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.