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We are so close my love,
that on certain dark days
we set each other aflame
exploding like aerials that
quickly burst then dissipate
leaving vapors of remains
that the wind blows away.
As quickly as our arguments
ignite, they are over in a flash
and we are reminded of the
explosive power of the new moon.
We go to separate rooms to cool
and recoup from the intensity
of opposites drawn by each
other's flame unable to keep from
a combustible explosion on days
when the dark and moody moon
seems to delight in our conflict.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2018
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