Iseult to Tristan

By | 1 December 2011

A sudden wind
brought the cold:
I took my coat out of its shroud

and closed my face
against the icy dust.

I put my hands inside my pockets
and found you there.

has a way of filling your bones

then seeping out
glutinous like blood

to cover
desks and screens.

I asked for rest
got to breathe

and key for the sail
on the empty sea.

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