You move; I move


(date unknown)



You move and I move

Like sheets of Teflon

That creates heat

Without friction,

This heat boiling up

From inside

To burst out

And subside,

Our lives bent around

These volcanic eruptions

Needing the feel of it

As we stir up the lava,

And the bliss of it

When it all breaks free

Each phase

A perilous adventure

We might not survive,

The climb to the top

The sacrificial plunge,

The lost moments

When we cease being

Who we are

For whom we become,

Broken on the sharp

Shards of loved and lust,

Then reborn,

Like a phoenix

We rise from our own ashes

To repeat it again

And again,

The insanity of pending death,

Defying feat we need

To perform in order

To feel as if we are alive

You move, then I move

Then we both move


Somehow managing

To find moments when

We can feel inside

And outside

As we stoke up

A fire neither of us

Can control,

Or would want to,

Learning that the best part

Is when we have

No control at all



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