Bathing - Fìnal

(a gen-x sonnet)  
 
When we must part, though every step repent.  
We have two lives, though I would have one new.    
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 take you in like air,  
That you with every breath should fill my soul.  
Give life to love where once was blank despair,  
Give love to life and with it filled leave whole.  
 
I would that I could fill your soul as well,  
For in your bliss I would as deeply dwell.  
 
   
(From, of, and for my muse,  
that my muse might smile)