You saved me, you saved me
but I am still dying –

my head is too humid and
its walls are expanding, rising
found its cot in a mausoleum
gave me air as warm as the

bottom of the sea
deep blue in revival,
and deep you inside of me

have the hedges of your skull
white picket fence turned

red, white picket fence
bleeding and I am welling as
a tear would between flesh
seep to a bruise in the center,
heart purple and ripening

it is obsessive in the way it
drinks me. You
saved me, you saved me
but I am still in the plum sort

of dying –
please get deeper inside or
I will stay empty.