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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