Lazarus

There are moments in which the mere thought of you feels like drowning. Like I am submerged in desire. My lungs fill up with words like “I want you” or “I miss you”. Words that are only drawn out when my ability to breathe ceases—when I feel your weight on my chest and your lips pressed to mine.

Oh, how you bring me back to life.

You are the siren song that pulls me under water and the the sailor who resuscitates me on the shore. You are the storm and the lighthouse. And I am but a vessel subject to your raging waters, thrashed about in your violent winds, lying wrecked at the bottom of your ocean.

But then the skies clear, and the tides placate, and the winds quiet, and you lift me out of the depths of your waters and breathe new life into me. In your arms, I am resurrected.

Oh, how you have brought me back to life.