Bathing

(a gen-x sonnet)  
 
When life is loss, with pain that won’t relent,  
When mind, that fiend, would all my love undo,    
I wear your words as if they were your scent,  
And wish that I could bathe myself in you.  
 
I long to revel in your salty sea,  
To wash away this self-inflicted stain.  
That you might seep in every part of me,  
And there find home, while breath and life remain.  
 
I wish that I could breathe you in like air,  
That you with every breath should fill my soul.  
Give life to love where once was blank despair;  
With pleasure fill, where once an empty bowl.  
 
I wish that I might fill you up as well,  
That in your bliss I might as deeply dwell.