Oh my love
are you tired yet?
Do you long to lift yourself up, step free of this body?
Do you thirst for distant, deeper water?
Your hands cold, your pulse scant
your skin, a flayed parchment
white, thin-stretched over your skull.
You can no longer speak.
You look at me, your eyes
unchanged. Kind. Deep with leaving.
Still ripe with spark that ignites my flame, so warm, giving, so alive.
Oh my love
are you tired yet?
