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The Fight and How It Felt

She threw me the hurtful look, that bleeding-inside feeling
Fell upon me and the whip lashed well
Across those deep soft parts
That quiver within and dare not show themselves.

I nearly snarled, the need to cool pain by transfer was great,
But then the blackness of the moment
Blinded my soul and filled it with Sad,
Whatever inward strength I had deserted me.

Love, replete with sins of omission,
Keeps count of subtle slights
Stores them in its pantry of poisons
Ready to pour into one another's wounds when wretchedness
Brings the bonding close and sharp.

All the love in the sun is good
Where we want to always be, though we cannot,
For life will not permit this.
The sun casts shadows that follow behind us and threaten;
Better to stand in pairs and face them
To suffer together and learn
Learn to take it all as it comes at us, feel through all the abuse
And grope beyond 
To where control depends on us alone
To where no games are played
To where the truth is told plainly, face to face,
To where we love and afflict one another because it is so empty and fearsome
To be alone.
Together we are more than one, less than two, stronger than all.

Lash went the whip and the pain burnt clear
Why such a ritual must be followed is not for reason to sort out
For the Fates have tied our lives together and we must walk as one
With the heart of each in the other's hand,
Knowing love to be a thing of fear, anger and confusion
Quite thoroughly mixed with joy.
So strike out and savor the hurt that flows in the bad times,
That it may teach us what we need to know about the good times,
For those good times tell us what we need to know about ourselves.

My love for you is too great to be put off by pain.
Come along my dear, let's step back into our private world,
Ready to go at it again.

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