Damn These Breaths

underwater sculpture by Jason deCaires Taylor

I will follow you anywhere

I always have

for the sun is warm

only as it reflects in your eyes

and the air fit to breath

only as it blows through your hair

Damn these breaths

I do not want them

I am half alive without you

and waiting on the shores of Acheron

with a mouth of gold

and a ferry schedule

Sweet Eurydice, follow me home

or if not,

I will be content 

to stay forever with you

and I will never

look back.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 100