We play, we laugh, we dance and we sleep
Poised on the volcano called our life together.
Pretending the molten lava is contained
Playing, laughing, dancing and sleeping.
Walking on broken bridges
Dancing over raging, red rivers
Ignoring hot, peeling blisters,
Smelling burnt flesh and grilled soul.
I love you, goodnight, I say.
I love you, goodnight, you say.
Closed eyes, throbbing hearts
Accepting lies as our truths.
Never knowing what the dawn may deliver
Perhaps a violent interruption as we sleep
Crying, shouting, poking unhealed wounds.
Salty tears drip onto the raw eruptions
As we dream on and on and on…
Snuggled together while miles apart
Atop the volcano called our life together.
I love you, good morning, I say.
I love you, good morning, you say.
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
Great post 😁
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Thank you!💛
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Such a true description of how it can be
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Thank you for reading me…
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You are most welcome. You have read me and boisted me so much. I really loved that poem x
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Thank you so much! I love that most writers support each other. I value our interactions. Jeanne Marie
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Thankyou. I do too x
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