“My mouth is mentored by urgency;
a rapturous chalice making fast my heart,
I promise without choice, moreover a lock
wandering blind in the distance, drunk
Doubting my adolescence,
I respect the placebo
if it punishes me artistically,
if it does not really punish me.”
She props her elbow up, tipping back the flask,
smudging the consequence, and rips her dress,
He breathes in the grass:
“I am neither me nor you.
Iseult, I have been intruded.
My thoughts turn to cinder
in the company of your eyes,
and outside your heart, I am disguised
by the lack of everything.”
“Is our world tonight Tristan?” She burps,
“should we compromise?”
Flicking his lighter, he resigns:
“We will not exist tomorrow,
and I fear the suicide.”
but tomorrow she wakes alone.
Her boyfriend had called her fifteen times.