Winston and Julia.

burrow deep beneath my darkened skin

slip past the veins where the blood still runs (don't we all) blue

and then brush through these fibers of muscle

down and down again letting them twang tight again

after you are gone

hit the bone like a fist (knock knock on wood)

and hammer your way into the marrow stream

keep going and soon you'll hear the echoes

i i i

must survive

and it goes and goes again like a thrum

the thousand waves that start

at the plucking of a harp string and strum

through the air to crash against every shore that will receive them

and it will survive the severance of all bonds

anything (snip snip ) as long as it still stands

as long as (say it with me now) i survive. 

forget Romeo and Juliet

this is the world of real

everyone and Big Brother is watching

Winston and Julia.

the anti-romance, the tragedy of self and survival

take her. take her. anyone but me. 

and they all live ever after.