the night
was cold
and dark
with out
an ember
or
a spark
just the
searing
light
of a
soaring
moon
a race
apart
a part
to face
must now
be played
as open
in the
cottage
door as
where turf
and talk
all
ensmoked
mix
you shot
me
through
the heart
with an
untender
kiss
Powerful words, and even in the "ensmoked" atmosphere "with out ember or spark" the "untender" was a surprise and a difficult one to bear, here, "like this".
