do not resuscitate.

I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul

and for a moment -

time froze.

You froze.

I tried to rekindle warmth through parted lips -

fingertips on hips.

Each touch leaving my limbs frostbitten -

Medusa’s kiss.

The more I gave - the more you took.

I kissed your lips and tried to set ablaze your soul

and in an instant -

I froze.

A simple warning

etched into your back -

had I read -

would have cautioned me to

walk away instead:

“Do Not Resuscitate”