Yin-Yang Swirls

I witnessed the ghost of his spirit

breathing the oxygen infested waters

as if it were his last attempt at salvation

I could decipher the yin-yang of hot and cold

swirling around the body of a young man

temperamental in nature

But he, of course, fails

to see the beauty

of two opposites brushing the lips of fate

The naked ripples lap gently

at his supple body

Empty in the void created

by muddied darkness

browner than the irises swimming

in the depths of dilated pupils

Scalding streams

Freezing froth

Collide

While I find my bones

Chilled to the marrow

And you have yet to rise

From the freedom you chose.