No More Oxygen
Soaked in your eyes on a blanket, the stars shine yellow
Between the tree gap in the gale
Where roots weave their slimy way in and out of life
as if there was some harmony,
some unforeseen purpose
To the grinding repetition, drone of the day.
We’re on a beach, as usual—the unusual escape,
Where it’s easier to think about the waves
Than being with you, so it’s easier just live.
Water splashed up and a wave wrapped itself
Around your body (I don’t blame him),
Even though I’m jealous.
It splashes in and out, under toe,
Under stars and stares of the inquisitive
And rushing liquid choking my veins,
And glances choking my thoughts
When there was no more oxygen,
When the water was too much for me to breathe,
When I had no oxygen, I breathed you in,
And out again.
Copyright © Brooke Wolfe | Year Posted 2007
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