12/22/10

Loving and Living
By Rubie Irene


All passengers on the southbound train must exit.
There are no turnarounds, this is the last stop.

Dance around in circles and chase my words in the air blown from cheap bubble wands.
My sonnets will fall dead by the touch of your fingertips on the skin of their frail existence.

I held your hand as we walked through vicious cycles of loving and fighting.
Making up was always the best part. Feeling your hands on my face as you told me you loved me, feeling my tears fall on your colored fingers.

I’m back at ground zero digging through the rubble of our demise.
I’m looking at old photos that have been singed by grief and some lame attempt at overcoming this misery we put ourselves through. Your smile still shines through the soot. Your eyes still pierce through my heart like a needle in the haystack we made love in.

Turn me on, wind me up.
I’m better with you than I ever was rummaging through your memories.
I won’t climb hurdles over your laugh, I won’t dig tunnels under your breath.
I will live this life in front of you, telling you how much this world is grey without the blue in your eyes to light up the sky.

Kiss me twice baby so I know I am not dreaming.
Kiss me twice baby so I know I am not dreaming.


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I am a 28 year old artist living in Tacoma, WA.
I have loved, lost and lived to tell about it..