she had a gold eagle
on her ring finger,
and a puppeteer tattoo on her back.
she was an artist
with no talent,
and a woman with a million
past lives.
she was painted into a life
with another artist,
with talents he couldn't find,
and a memory held dearly,
of the ocean.
he was sculpted with ridges
on his wrists
and stripes on his hips just like she was.
they were two artists,
living a new life, for the hundredth time.
finding talent in each other,
where they lacked it on their own.
the gold on her finger
she would
eventually lose,
and his longing for the sea
he would let subside;
but their lives would live on
in famous and infamous bodies;
until death would they part,
over and over again.