The Drowning

You are an ocean.
A tempest rages in you.
You pull me in and under.
I want to drown in you , to disappear into
   your current and drift within you.
I want to taste your salt.
I want my lungs to fill with you, to gasp
   for air and despair at my futility.
I want to descend to the depths of you, to
   know the secrets hidden there,
   the sunken treasure that is your soul.

And when the storm abates, when the waves
   grow calm and I am washed ashore,
I want you to take pity upon my lifeless   
   form.
Place your fingers at my pulse, so  still.
Hold my body close and mourn me for one   
   brief moment.
Then, place your mouth to mine and
   bring me back with just one breath.