She awakes,
Like one coming to the surface,
Gasping for air.
Her eyes flutter open.
He is there, holding her.
-Nemesis, a voice within her whispers.
But no: he is Nemesis no longer.-
She forces that tiny voice away,
Looks at her rescuer.
They hold each other, in the darkness,
Together again at last.

Nightmare-
The night rushes in, dark and cold.
She remembers her eternity,
Waking dead.
Tears spring to her eyes.
He wipes them away,
Whispers into her ear:
“Do not think of them.
They are past,
Over.
They have no grip, anymore.
Forget them.”

Sobs wrack her body.
Through the tears, she speaks:
“I wanted to drink you.
Death.”

He shakes his head.
“Forget your past desires:
I have.”

She smiles, tearfully,
And holds him,
In the silence,
Reunited with her redeemer.

James Grengs

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/19-reunion/