Morass in the dark

Siri Livingston

From my limbs slipped off the lethargy of sleep
From my eyes fell slivers of pain and milky film
From my skin chaste waters washed away
Shrouds of tangled gauze and dirty linen
In my veins curdled sap thinned
And throbbed again with joy
Longing for Neaera, found
In stillness
In peace
In absolution

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