Definition: the volume of air taken in with each breath.
My ribs move out, my chest expands
The water rushes in
This is the tide of my breath
Waves crashing up the beach and sweeping back
The rattle of pebbles in the current
This is the tide of my death
Stranded in that bed, I dream of beaches
When beeping machines drown everything out
I meditate on sand and summer and you
And just as the tide is moved by the moon
So you orbit my bed and fret
We don’t kiss
My lungs expand, the water rushes in
These pebbles scrape the seabed.
On an aside,
Do you remember the story of the King who tried
To hold back the tide?
And my darling, I lied.
I won’t survive.