Nephtalia

if you were the stars, then i'd be the darkness, surrounding you in my embrace. if you were the darkness, then i'd be the moon, near enough to be comforting. if you were the moon, then i'd be a cloud, rising to you, kissing your face. if you were a cloud, then i'd be the sun, warming you with my adoring gaze. if you were the sun, then i'd be the sea, reflecting the beauty I see in you. if you were the sea, then i'd be the wind, caressing, whispering 'i love you's. if you were the wind, then i'd be the trees, singing you songs about forever. if you were the trees, then i'd be the Earth, nurturing you, feeding your dreams. if you were t

The doctor says two weeks, maybe less and for a moment I think the nurse will cry, but the morphine is flooding my veins and I ask if I can go home, though there is nothing for me in the place where I sometimes sleep. I am high and trying to explain to the man I love that I think I would like to die in Mexico - I am laughing so I don't cry. Maybe this is home, his calm voice, patiently talking me out of fear, again and again and I think about saying thank you, but there are no words - I love you suddenly small and frail, like my body, arched in the waiting dark, knowing I will wait for you forever.