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They Think We Survived-edit

Author: queendepricate
ASL Info:    24/female/milwaukee
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Words: 414
Class/Type: Poetry /Nostalgia
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love lost, memories held, different in each lover, the love different

They Think We Survived-edit

They think we survived...

we were left without aid
to the mercies of an endless sea

There was never a question a survival.

We jumped into the boat simultaneously,
and sped away from port on a day of sun spears,

Spears that bejeweled a sea of azure glass
and rained a glittering on our flushed skin and mussed hair.
spears that toasted but never baked our skin
spears that fussed up our language but never distilled our ideas
spears that spoke to steal our voices, but always returned them promptly

Spears that blinded our novice navigation.

We needed only to cut the line to leave port,
and leaving was all that mattered.

We ridiculed the people, that would
don those hideous life preservers
over their hideous bourgeois clothes,
all the while inspecting their vessels for safety,
so meticulously cautious...
oh how we laughed, they were so ignorant to the damn point!

And so we sped away,
our forged infallibility our only bodily adornment,
utterly imperious in our nudity,
and oh so evolved in our exhibitionist lust.

When we capsized three years later, when the storms of the sea had enough of our luck,
Even Poseiden himself had no choice but to concede,
that our demise
eclipsed the greats of sea-faring tragedy.
We were the new Titanic..

We emerged to tell the tale of our survival.
or rather a tale, of living, again, perceived...
They wanted details,
and would not close their gaping jaws without them,
They wanted the story,
the handbook of "how to"
And I in my reality, and you in yours,
told it so many times
that it became true
even to ourselves,
as long as we never told it to each other.

Two stories...
two beginnings,
two middles,
two ends,
two truths.
One fable
two meanings.

Until our spoken words
became gnarled as an ancient tree
So twisted and distorted
that we convinced ourselves our ghosts had to meet,
for us to remember, and believe...
But we needed to remember
in such different ways,
and we needed to believe in such different truths
that all we achieved, was reinhabiting
those bobbing bodies,
Out too deep,
staring blankly without hope.

Two stories...
two beginnings,
two middles,
two ends,
two truths.
One fable
two meanings,
one need for it to end.

Submitted on 2006-10-22 21:42:51     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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