Mistletoe
When the house darkens
she takes the small ebonised chair
up the back stairs, to the closet
to hang it on its bent nail.
There is no more time to think of him-
his serious eyes are too far away
somewhere between sky and sea
he lingers like the green ray
"If only I thought hard and far enough!"
But you cannot dream to close a gap
a Druid's kiss is always ice,
it can be felt for many days
and years- at least, she always feels that way.
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