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TRISTAN, DROWNING

The wind has changed, my love.
Storm tossed and star crossed, I
Consult my astrolabe.

I seek you 
Like a constellation,
For I am lost.

You once healed me,
Though I came to you
In false pretense.

I could live with this poison in me
If I knew you were there,
Beneath white sails.
 
But the sea is my mistress,
And she has me
In her white hands.

My lungs are bursting 
For a breath of you.
I give up and breath her ocean in.

"The sails are black..."
She whispers,
And I die.

I never know the lie
And you cast yourself,
A rose, upon the waves.

She has my body in her depths,
But my soul is a water weed-
Embracing a rose.