Soulmates by Lynette Marie
we see ourselves in a twinkling past
where we were magicians
(or were we alchemists?),
with tricks transforming
the ordinary to fancy
and dust to gold.
And I made a stiff cane into billowing silk,
and you made crimson flowers appear
like flames rising out of clear water held
upon a table by perfect but invisible hands.
And I made the peeling walls
of an ancient castle seem
like rose petals floating through air,
and you made the sea
drape and twist like a golden mist.
And I made the vines of grapes
entwine and pause and lean,
and you made the simple sounds of town
drone like a fluent orgasm in a vivid dream.
And we melted into amber and alabaster
the clamoring afternoon,
and I made your choked and hoarse
laughter soften in its flight.
And all of this we did before night.
But then came the violent rains
and in my sleep you spoke to me,
and your words fell soft and blue
upon my blurred and somber face.
And the rain washed your words away
while the moon hid behind the clouds,
and we walked the forest floor
and dawn did finally unfold.
And the sky was lit,
and morning arrived.
And you said,
Look, a new day has begun.
And I remembered
what it means to be alive.