sunday morning writing

not waving or drowning
but maybe surrendering
raised hands are honouring
our friends and families
remember the bedroom
cocooned in a blanket
your mother kept vigil
as you screamed in fever dreams
the heat in your body
the sweat on your chest
would break and rekindle
again with another love
matching your lips with mine
passing life back and forth
building a monument
to something impermanent
swaddled in sheets
in a sweltering twilight
our nerves would sing us
a song of biology
opening vials
of something contagious
secretly hoping that
you'd catch this sweet disease
time speeds and slows between
the seconds and years
seeking eternity
in instants of clarity
our faces reflecting
some radiant energy
coming from all around
and refracting inside ourselves...