on the road to Compostela

somewhere on the pilgrim road

I met the devil – amoebic knife in gut

and you, husband,  kept me warm all night

 

tight then was the shiver of us

 

somewhere on the pilgrim road

your hold turned to grasp

tight then was your shiver of us

 

& I gasped for something all my own

 

 

 

 

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