Soft hands pin quiet wrists,
your bones form a necklace
that I am dying to wear.
If I pass out from your teeth
do not resuscitate me.

I claw my way through
stubborn waters—
the blood we shared
no longer mixes into
our margarita membrane
and I do not
want to be woken from this
nightmare.

Twitching eyes meet
pinching nails and our once
smooth skin is now a
murderous mosaic of
words never said.

If I try to run in concrete
and my bones blend into
the ground do not
stop my efforts because

At least I am loving you and if I cannot
at least I will die trying.