Our love was the way we hugged when
we said goodbye:
two anchors, with limbs tangled
we jumped into the sea
knowing, yet ignoring the fact that
we were drowning each other,
we were killing each other.
I loved you because your lungs were filled with water, too,
until I realized
I didn’t want to drown anymore.
I shed the skin you burned
with your fingertips,
and ever so slowly rose to the surface,
my lungs bursting with the anticipation
of air.
Silenticel 