Wax Hearts

She lit a candle over me

to melt and mend my wax heart

.

She was the one who had

Squeezed her hands around it

heating up to a softness

Where I cannot stand

.

To have its drippings hardening

on a pew

that does not want me any more

that says it welcomes

but does not make it comfortable

to sit down

.

She was trying to take

my wax heart outside

holding on

trying to find that last hard

part of me that needed kneading

.

into the shape of devotion that

does not have me question my heritage

of prayers and velas and

standing to give birth

.

to more wax hearts