Let it be me, to lay a blanket beside the beach
God knows your tongue, woman, he knows your reach
Withering your words when our senses brush
Your gasps run for cover when we touch
Don’t let your presence remain fickle
On such a landscape, lady
Don’t burn your memories
Of this sweet escape, baby
A brilliant sparkling carpet before us
A deep azure blue
Our shadows flowing so quickly
Our chains haven’t a clue
A transient moment suspended in time
Body language, the rhythm and rhyme
Oxygen, condensation, heartbeats, divine
We can build a house of cards from the sand
Electric stares when we join hands
Luminescent eyes, delicate skin
Only the sea whispers our sins
I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...
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