When I drown,
I want it to be
in the musk of
your sweat,
floating in the
memories of you.
I promise to remember
even in the muffling of life
that death will have no scent
better than the smell
of love covered
in all my struggles
for respiration.
You, will be my bread
the last cup of life
in a communion
within the cathedral
of my spirit,
for there,
You’ll always live...
Andrew Patience

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