George Looney The Girl Who Made Love in Cemeteries

It's the thought of them down there looking up,
she said. The shifting shape of our bodies
coming between them and constellations
they've whispered the stories of for so long
it seems they have no room for anything
more. That's what does it for me, giving them
something new to whisper under the earth.
Whether flat on my back on a marble
headstone, or standing, with you behind, me
hugging this stone angel for all she's worth.

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