Fresh Water

You are more than just skin deep.  I fill my lungs with your sighs, and hold. I feel you in lungs, in kidneys, in blood.  I become less.  I have pushed myself down here, cold limbs screaming.  There is silence now as you search.  I see all, with eyes closed.  You take refuge in crevices and ruptured cells.  My being shudders and I do not resist // My mind does not resist, for my veins stretch and twist and fight to contain - me.  Murmured thoughts, a background noise.  No, you are part of me.  You always were. Strange, to feel so empty while so full.  Strange, the dry ache of lungs filled with water.  I heave a smile onto my face and raise arms to meet you.  If I wake now I will return later, I know.  I will stand and journey on as you cling to my drowning insides.  But you are here now, and I have not the strength.  You, are my essence.  I sleep, and the current takes me from dreams and into your embrace.  I am warm again.