My fractured bones are your alter
A foundation of your dwelling.
My skin, no matter how bruised,
Is the covering of your throne.
My eyes, innocent of nothing,
Are the windows to your love.
My heart, where I punctured when I
Couldn’t find life, is your home.
And my body, broken and cracked,
Sometimes so weak in the knees
I loose my ability to stand,
Is the vessel for you to abide.