To trade honor for a kiss
I have turned my body to shield
and my sword to pillow
there is no tenderness like the blade.
To drink the blessed poison
To toast most meddling Fate
I have taken wine with another
after swallowing- with myself.
Greater than my self, my higher I,
and not myself at all-bound to another's crown
To taste joy in liquid and despair in dregs
To drink to the bottom of desire
She is all red and white
The crimson flame and the other's bride.
To be both nephew and lover.
To be dishonoured and delighted.
To be Isolt's- and no one's.
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