Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Ithaca - my home
I long for you - I am adrift
The Siren sings - fear
and beauty wash over me
and I go mad with blood guilt

the sun sets and I
am released from the poison.
You are far away.
The olive tree bed we shared
holds you safe, and I see stars.

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