She Is My Rib: A Love Poem

From my rib she is formed
She is made to keep me warm
The object of my attraction
From dust and ashes fashioned

Things will never be the same
A tainted masterpiece of art
Deceit finds me playing her game
Defeat finds her playing my heart

Quarrelsome and quiet both
Troubled often we collide
My flesh so I keep her close
My rib so she stays by my side

Death is a precursor to life
As I inhale my last
Breath she is in my sight
Open my eyes yet still alive

Reincarnate from an empty sleep
I tremor softly in my bed
My rib protects my broken heart
She leans forward to kiss my head

Life is but a faded dream
Reality is always near
Things are seldom as they seem
I could not cry, I did not care

Under the ire of the moon
I approach the parameters of my soul
As I draw my final gasp
The wind within my chest turns cold

Everything felt different then
My rib lay on the icy ground
My palm on where she should have been
I watched your wrath tear this place down

I wait as you come for me
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee
I pray over my gaping flesh
I pray and know she prays for me

So we are spared, young and scared
A tainted masterpiece of art
I will never find another rib
My rib has found another heart

Me and you forever and ever
Forever and ever me and you
All things in this world will change
On all things sacred this is true

Still waters run deep my love
I once again can see the sky
As we gaze at the moon above
I blow a kiss to you goodbye

© P. S. Wilkinson IV 2011