I watch you sink and I sink with you
Drowning in choked sand-air
Buried and burying still into the dunes
You are too weary
to take the glass of cool, cool water
at your fingertips
Oh, to bathe you with my hair
To fill your lips with beads of water down my cheeks
To resurrect you with what’s left of me
I would cut off my two arms
to see a shadow of a light
beneath those eyelashes
some day
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