I lust for adventure, excitement. To count my breaths
along the line that divides the living from the damned.

I will find a way to gather your voice,
in buckets and bottles, in keep sake chests
Enough to fill a pool or forge an ocean

I will buoy myself in the rumble of its rhythm,
deep tones like silk across my skin
Chest up, ears sunk
The outside world a distant muffle with
nothing but the hum of your words, spilled around me