We

We walked
We talked
We burried
We bled

We spoke no words
We had none to shed

We forgave
We forgot
We travelled
We returned

We bore our hearts
We loved and burned

We sat on the carpets
Of our creaky made homes
We cried until drought
And then closeted the bones

Some day I will drink you in
Until my eyesight fades
Some day I’ll see color again
And get out of this grey.

We couldn’t anymore
Wine stains in the floor
Knocking wood on my door
Muscles beating so sore
But we couldn’t anymore.
We just couldn’t anymore.

We wrote chapters
Techno love letters
Our ever afters
Desperate for better
We story ourselves on
And on, on, on.

And in the end of a story called We…

We wrapped together
We entwined our skin
We slept till the sunrise
We chose to begin,
We chose to begin.

Toss me bend me break me
Dye and stain my skin
Fill my cup with water
And love me once again

Oh magic house of mystery
How you sway my soul
Standing tall and bold
on the lessons of long ago

Change the direction of my eyes
to see what lies beneath
let us lose our hearty shields
and our hearts unsheathe

A kinship guides me to breathe these words
To keep our minds at peace
“I am you and you are me
with new beginnings, we will be three.”
 

Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill,
   Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
   You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass;
Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,
When we are old, are old… .” “And when we die
   All’s over that is ours; and life burns on
Through other lovers, other lips,” said I,
—-“Heart of my heart, our heaven is now, is won!”

“We are Earth’s best, that learnt her lesson here.
   Life is our cry. We have kept the faith!” we said;
   ”We shall go down with unreluctant tread
Rose-crowned into the darkness!” … Proud we were,
And laughed, that had such brave true things to say.
—-And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

Author: Rupert Brooke.