SAD IN OPPOSITION WITH UNION OF SATISFACTION, KNOWING YOU REFELCT AND WE SEE INTO THIS PERSISTING WITHOUT PRODING, IN PROFESSIONAL CASUALISM.
Drip, drip, drip, the sound of the liquid from the IV descends slowly into the tube attached to my hand. Hot red blood seeps into the other tube embedded into my arm. Not to drop out of this life flowing into me, out of my breath the air I taste in whispering the words only drought fearing when you aren’t adding oxygen to the blood, prod, prod, prod me along into eating more of this air, and swallowing the calm that comes with the touch of skin on skin, up my legs and down my arms. The rubbing of the sheets scratches my every limb. I need air. I need release. The nurse comes in and changes the bag on the IV rack and attaches yet another vile for my blood to fill. No words exchanged, just a passing moment for each and she’s on her way again. I’m left alone with my paralyzing thoughts again, wondering what I have really lived for if I lay here and let them extinguish me. Though absent she may feel, as I do in her lacking, my fountain of luck and inner love outpouring, another face to appear seemed to be the fate for each other, and the disappearance of another. With this newfound friendly as any end ending happy, only this to be described as anything within the boundaries of care and together, warmth slipping between the seems of time and our cleanliness, as we are appearing. Onwards we travel while I lie down in bed, the sheets and blankets yours, and mine your breath. Caught in the moment, in a sensibly assured atmosphere, intertwined in completion, without fear in separation, an impossibility not to be entertained, the division of two fitting souls calling for matching the unclear, intangible, and complete antithesis of mountainous amounts of heightened footing; our ground is our land, and territory welcome to each other and all who look upon in realization of the incarnate view of love meeting mind and body.
-E & M