This time around
I’ll wait
I’ll wait
for you.
I wait, despite the Hour
untiring, for you to plant your
eyes on me,
claim my neck
as your territory,
unchartered, perhaps a wreck…
(yet not for long) then
the poison or the pain
past will be drawn when
you come, when you catch
that shiver I suddenly wore.
I’ll keep my watch
for one thousand years or
I think but a little more.
Wait,
I will wait ’til you appear
by air or sea or land, -hear!
until you capture
my shadow and wear
it on your skin, so bare.
I’ll be twenty eight
for a thousand and a year
but I’ll wait
’til you draw near.
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Photo: Marcel HARTMANN, Léa Seydoux series
~ http://marcelhartmann.fr/series