The migrating shade

Drowning is just

another way of breathing

when you are where I am

like the desert shade

of my own body

that can only protect one arm

from getting burned

when it is my head

that gets

the worst of all

and my brain soon boils

but at least it’s a cooled liquid

compared to me

and at least I have something

to drink

as I bloom from my nose

into my mouth

and into my lungs

with a thought

I have never had before

and will never have

again

*

All I needed was time

but I have you instead

and while

I’m sure there’s a silver lining

to the whole thing

I’m looking for gold

*

You’re all by yourself

and I am too now

but I suppose we always

had each other in the

loneliness

and the migrating shade

of all