Mary Great - Do Not Resuscitate

To say that he has enclasped my lungs in

the firm hold of his fevered gaze,

would be an understatement.

You see, with every flutter of his eyes shut,

I reach the surface of stormy waters

and feebly gasp for all the air I can collect,

before he oscillates his golden orbs open

and submerges me into the deep set ocean

that I had so willingly chosen to drown in,

from the first moment the salty water danced around my skin.

I suffocate here.

I drown here.

This is where I die a million deaths with every whirlpool of kisses

he plants on my nose and mouth and ears and neck.

This is where I learn to stop breathing and learn to exist

with every pulse that runs through his tired heart and

reaches my fingertips and runs through my nerves.

This is where I don’t want to be saved.

Do not resuscitate.

Mary Great

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