A Barren Wilderness



A Barren Wilderness


He fills my chest  
with a sorcerer’s charm,
the thrill of painful things.
There are bougainvilleas  
under the burnt heather.
What I bring inside?
Hallucinations, murmuring voices.
a fallen pallium, the gold
on my coat of arms stripped
and I’m no longer love.
I’m barren rue in bloom.

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