246: In Sickness and in Health, In Chaos and Control
We take turns being chaos and control.
Someone’s gotta keep the fire burning
and someone’s gotta sing that
Celine Dion ballad at top volume.
(I volunteer as tribute).
We can’t all be in retrograde alllll the time,
so we take turns.
We tag in and tag out.
No need for words,
just tell me where you are
with the sag in your shoulders
or the giggle in your throat
and I’ll be your opposite.
I’ll be the steady to your wild.
I’ll hold the candle,
you light the match.
And when you’re done romping around,
and are ready to drive,
I’ll throw you the keys
And we’ll find ourselves adventure.
In sickness and in health, in chaos and control.
Isn’t love a lovely thing?
Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good
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