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

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s