she lays limp upon the sea
foam mattress
gasping for air amongst the swarm
of tubes entangling around her body
i am across from her
a handful of popcorn held
together by a rubber band
is it within my own selfish desire
to keep my love afloat?
or shall i submerge
her gently into the ocean
of infinite nothingness
?
i open a poetry book
to softly narrate
her last words to her.
do not go gentle into that
good night.
old age should burn
and rave at close of day.
and as she slips away
rage. rage against the dying
of the light.
she tremors.