There are ways you have that you don't even know about.
Sudden movement stirs me awake and I blink
alive to a T.V.-lighted world.
We've matched up, like something you'd seen
in a commercial one time: Pleasing and artificial.
Because looking at me isn't really seeing me.
I want to breathe life into you,
so I press my lips down on your lips, like a lifeguard,
and pretend I've just pulled you from the waves.
I taste the salty and breathe a little more of my
air into your lungs.
You do not stir.
You are barely alive and even my oxygen
cannot revive your sleeping heart.