Rubima

Searching among the last remains of Rubia,
I stumbled upon the inscriptions of Raima,
The words printed in bold, smeared in parfum,
My eyes rigid on the sketch of love, Rubima.

Set when the women were young,
They held an affiliation too close,
Fear in their eyes, dampness in their breath,
They met behind the barn near the cellar.

The creeping vine, a safe haven, from the observer,
They engaged in recreation that the society turned their back on,
They explored the thinness between their clothes,
They shared the revelation that once stayed with them.

They searched catlike, they squeezed with ease,
They bared to illustrate felony of law,
They undressed with nothing to hide,
They exposed their better parts, with emotions untainted.

They slowly moved to mutualism,
They shared belongings not meant to be though,
They sensed the need though the fear loomed,
Yet the old barn kept the worship undeterred.

They painted castles on the barn fence,
With colors unknown, they visited places so far,
They shaded darkness, to polish its dimness,
The nights young, the moon gleamed in its radiance.

Rubia sought ecstasy in every move,
Raima played the contest more sober,
Distinct, they grew into one soul, with bodies,
Craving to be symbolized in unison, unanimity.

They waited patiently for the night,
The ill will surfacing, they played to make love,
They screamed and howled, till they sinned,
The sin responded with crimson, the cherry blossomed.

Time slipped, and he began to observe, nothing,
Slips his sight, he saw and kept tight lipped,
He gathered all his friends, they saw fun, yet silent,
They saw till they were bored to tears, they cried.

Every cry hit Rubia and Raima, every cry detached a kin,
They prayed to their creators, idols and stones,
Little did they know their fondness be a wrongdoing.
They worshipped love and not its dwellers.

Rubia found a reason to cherish, the pain leveled her joy,
Raima ached with every breath, her levels had been surpassed,
Raima wrote for once, her words echoed her numbness,
She flushed her feelings on the satins of the temple.

“Sacred are my feelings for the lady I chose,
Blessed is my corpse that you vitalized,
I express my gratitude for sanctifying this existence,
If there be a life again, I wish to come to an end in your arms,

The social order may always question, they have nothing else to do,
The role that I will play will succumb before the your charisma,
The woman in me will seek for your charge to ignite the fire in me,
Screens of red, at the barn, will play melody of the harmonies that we compose”

Today, among the remains of Rubia,
This zeal lay out of harm’s way,
Never did a word spill of the lip,
Not even to the young man she bred.