2022-05-03 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
die living over & over again & again gasping for breath in
a light-filled vacuum. grasping for warmth in
a glacial field. seeking some soul
in your eyes narcotic black & life-giving brown
worldly portals to fields of luscious raked soil.
how my dying fingers still manage to gasp
in your oxygenic curls how my departing breath
still manages to warm your icy neck
how ragged my soul, still, it claws for scraps,
lucky survivors fleeing the emptiness of space,
still, they manage to find some communion,
some seed of life in the black mesmerizing.
sharing our final breaths the mist rising
after our laughter as we watch the ice melt
& the world return to dirt.