Romance Poem: islet, by Breton Lalama

don’t tell me now you are unchanged
your voice clipped blue across the wires
some door inside you clicking shut
the night all seaweed green, cold new.

our secret room all rearranged
he sleeps and you half name desires
my answer speaks in your unsaid
i let you do what you will do.

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