TWINS

TWINS

BY MIGUEL FORBUS

HE WONDERED AT NIGHT AS HE LOOKED AT THE BLACKNESS OF THE MOUNTAIN SKY
IF SHE WAS LOOKING AT THE SAME STARS AS HE…

HE WONDERED WHEN HE THOUGHT OF HER IF SHE EVER HAD
THE SAME THOUGHTS AS HE

AFTER ALL, HE THOUGHT THEY WERE TWINS.
HE THOUGHT THAT THEIR TWO HEARTS WERE WOVEN FROM
THE SAME SILKEN THREADS AND SEWN TOGETHER.

AS HE LOOKED AT THE STARS THAT SHIMMERED AND GLEAMED AS A BUSH FULL OF FIREFLIES,
HE WONDERED WHERE SHE HAD GONE

AND HOW HE LET HER GO FOR THAT LIFETIME OF A MONTH OR SO.

WHAT WAS SHE DOING, I KNOW SHE PAINTED AND COOKED AND TOOK CARE SO MUCH CARE OF THOSE SHE LOVED
HE WONDERED HOW HE WAS NOT ONE OF THOSE, AFTER ALL, HE WAS HER TWIN.

MANY NIGHTS ALONE HE BECAME HER HAND AS SHE PAINTED AND TRIED TO FEEL THE BRUSH IN HIS HAND AS SHE PAINTED MASTERPIECES. HE SMELLED THE PAINT IN THE AIR OF THE CITY. IT WAS EVERYWHERE. HE COULD NOT ESCAPE FROM THAT FRAGRANCE.

HE LET HIS ARM GO WHERE SHE TOOK IT AS SHE HAD HIS HEART A SHORT TIME AGO, THAT SEEMED LIKE YEARS.

HE STILL ALWAYS THOUGHT OF THE THORNS ON THE ROSES OF HER LIFE, AND HOW AS SHE GOT CLOSER TO THE FLOWER, SOMEHOW SHE WOULD PRICK HER FINGERS AND A DROPLET OF BLOOD OF RUBIES WOULD POOL ON HER LOVELY HAND. HE WAS AN OCEAN AWAY BUT HE WANTED TO TASTE THAT BLOOD AND MAKE THAT SMALL PAIN GO FROM HER, JUST DISAPPEAR AS FOG ON THE MOUNTAIN AS THE SUN RISES.

HE FELT THIS SO NATURALLY, NOT AS SOMETHING THAT WAS A DREAM STATE, BUT THE SAME AS IF IT WAS HIS FINGER AND HIS BLOOD.

WHEN THE LONLINESS WOULD HAUNT HER, IT HAUNTED HIM AS WELL, LIKE SOMETHING DEEP AND DARK AS A CENOTE.

ALL OF THIS TIME THERE WAS A TUGGING IN HIS HEART AS IF IT WAS SEWN TO HERS AND IT WAS BEING PULLED TO HER, A STRONG THREAD THAT WOULD NOT STOP IT’S INCESSANT MOVEMENT TO THE SOUTH AND TO HER HEART.

HE STILL DOES NOT KNOW HOW SHE SLIPPED AWAY OR HE DROVE HER, SHE DID NOT RESIST AND HE DID NOT PLEAD THAT SHE RETURN.

THEN ONE DAY HE SPOKE A LITTLE ABOUT HER PAINTING AND THEN HE COULD NOT STOP LOOKING AT HER WORK, OR STOP BEING HER ARM THAT SHE PAINTED WITH.

HE COULD NOT STOP BEING THE OTHER HALF OF HER HEART. HE NO LONGER COULD LIVE WITHOUT THE PART OF HIS HEART THAT WAS STRONG AND GOOD AND GENEROUS.

THE HEART OF HERS, THAT WAS SEWN TO HIS AS HIS TWIN AND TONIGHT, JUST TONIGHT, HE WALKED OUT TO THE MOUNTAINSIDE AND FELT THAT SHE ALWAYS SAW THE SAME STARS AND THAT NO MATTER WHAT THE FUTURE OR THEIR FORTUNE WAS TO BE, THAT NOTHING COULD KEEP THEM SEPARATE AGAIN. THEY WERE TWINS WAITING TO LOCK EYES FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THE DREAM WOULD THEN BE REAL.

WRITTEN BY MIGUEL 2007

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TWINS

miguel

Eureka Springs, United States

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A MAN WONDERING HOW HE HAD LOST A WOMAN AND THEN WAS JOINED AGAIN AS IT TWINS.

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