just one last breath.
allow me to breathe life into you
be the whisper of dust collected in shallow grains
excavated from the earth and mineralized into a thousand pieces
of you.
let your chest rise and fall into
rhythmic beats reserved for soul deep conversations and
intellectual being reservations. to have you speak, just
one more time, one more moment, one more second.
just one last breath.
allow me to manually stimulate your aorta and ventricles
pulsate the veins filled with cellular blood and genetic DNA
that surpasses the scientific human being that walks the earth
normalized in crowds and stands apart with your specific individualism.
to have you, just one more time. one more minute. one more moment.
because I remember. I remember the
smile that used to spread eagle across your face,
your teeth glaring at the sun, polished to radiate the raging inferno
that feeds off the energy of that which is you.
just one more breath.
one more inhalation to extend your exhalation
one more chest to rise and fall as I glare upon
the nape of your neck and seize the smooth roundness
of your diaphragm,
rise and fall
beat and beat
breathe and breathe. I have missed you.
subconsciously your mind elsewhere,
riddled with enigmatic and complex dilemmas of the everyday
living, depressed with the recess which you have allowed yourself
to drown in the pool of life only reserved for swimming. You have sunk to
the bottomless pit of the end of the ocean,
and it is I, whom must reserve the life jacket
and dive in head first to ebb and flow through the currents
which try to hold us down.
but I cannot swim.
Reluctance is a luxury I cannot afford. So with my breath,
I inhale, hold and dive in head first
to save you.
just one more breath.
come back to me. I can resuscitate the monotony and
normalcy which abhors the soul connection
the day to day nuances that destroy the
inner reflection of the mirrored beings of how
two became one and now I share with you
how even an old life has been saved, just begun.
breathe.
I demand you to awake. demand you to open your eyes
and make your lids flutter. demand that you flex your muscles and give me
the sign that you are alive. demand that your chest rises and falls in orchestrated
movements. demand that I am your Omega, your Alpha and I shall not lose this…
this breath. this precious breath. you cannot go back to the land of the dead
I will not celebrate el dia de los muertos or shadow dance
near your tombstone, sing quiet "Amazing Grace" and reform a hundred
hail mary's. I will not bury you beneath the same soil which
God created you to bring me, I will not bury you one rib less
as I borrowed from thee. I will not dress in black and mourn
what we used to have and cherish precious memories;
I will create new ones with the
breath that I pass unto your lips
as you open your eyes for seeing.
just one more breath.
one more breath. I can be your ventilator, your machine that
pumps life into your body. I can be the lifeline on your EKG
that only you and I can see. I can be your chair if you need to be wheeled a
thousand steps and more. I can be your pillow as you rest your
head resting peacefully
for the one I adore. Because I love you. And I am in love with you.
And I am designed to be part of you, designed to bring that life into you.
So if you just have that pure desire, the pure wish to stay just one moment
one more second, all the time in the world and nothing less-
just give me
one. more. breath.
-b.r.rivera
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I like this. I think it would sound better in my head if it was read aloud. At first it seemed prosaic, but it built momentum as I read on, especially through the use of repetitions. The break up of the stanzas worked well for me too, but only towards the middle and end. There were times I felt stuck at the begining only because of where the lines would end. But other than that, Bravo.
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