Exposed to thin air,

bleeding lip plea,

I beg of thee

to ease steel

from mouth

kiss my wound closed,

the split petal of a velvet rose

In sun-speckled hemisphere,

drying in your hands,

caress my fin-form,

release me,

Please

The birth of death,

together crossing over

gasping in mirrors,

fetching a breath

of crimson air

better that we’re dead,

together sleeping

beneath pines

We stare at forever —

the great divine