extreme measures

i wish to wrap you in a clean warm blanket
pulling your life into my arms
as my kisses
chase the anguish far from your brow
cleansing your blistered face with a cool cloth soaked in forgiving waters
wipe the hour glass sand from your hair
telling you it’s going to be okay
then shake the hell out of you
while screaming,
“Wake the fuck up and stop doing this shit!”
before you die
lost in this pattern
a man painting his life into a mirage