It doesn’t erupt all at once
It only seems to,
That sudden burst of lave and sone
Fumes rising so high
Flight becomes impossible,
As if we want to go anywhere
When we already have each other,
Content at being trapped,
After having stored all this up
Waiting for the moment when
We can inspire each other
To erupt, blowing our tops,
But not too quickly,
The tender violence more
Than we could possibly imagine,
The slow build up,
The fumes we emit before we
Set loose,
Teaching each other in the dark of night
How to make it happen,
Not just once, but over and over,
Needing it to happen, begging for it to come
And when it does,
We have each other
To comfort each other
And if we can,
Make it happen again
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