Fever raging strikes inside bursting out through our eyes
He ignores- we’re enemies on a bloodied grass ground
looking down but not seeing, shield and sword and tongue and fist
Un-wielding, dark vicious bites and growls alike
He blames me, me me, and me
He broke the kitchen chair. I charge him like a she lion.
He will pay for this, and feel the hurt he’s coffined down
I yell, “You forsake me. You don’t care. You only care about yourself. Your number one.”
Poison gripping my throat. I spew out more death, like a great ruthless tyrant
Over and over the betrayal, the lies and their torment break me- I am lost
He will see, but He does not see, I do not see. He is gone. I am gone.
Day by day the battle subsides, under efforts to lay ourselves down
Growth becomes new displays of choice deliberate, and unconscious
Duality existing in what was, is, and will be- I know you there, and what we are
A canvas painting bare and open and risky, I am vulnerable. I am trusting.
He remains. He stretches out and catches me, giving more- every moment new
No valley deep or lies discovered, defensive tactics crumble, he and I
His chest, all becomes quiet under the covers. His arms wrap around a heart fallen.
Tender care, earth supported lifted near, and my golden lock in your gremlin stare.
Night and day together in the fold of labor daily equality two people being one
Blanketed, cloaked giving ourselves one hundred times over- to be born of love
Love always asks for more because it is more, we are more together.
Again, we will fight. We will also love.
Kate Lunsford 
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