A poem a day for 2013 - day 51 - It

Living is in the pause
Between arguments that come up 
Because someone sparked someone's trigger
We are both soldiers in this war of love
Walking around 
Loaded weapons
Camouflage
Feeling our way blind
In this dark smoky place
Stepping on land mines
We never know what touch
What word 
What look will
Boom our polite bodies to implode
Every day my gait less gentle
Your footing more solid 
We push away trees
Step through tall grass
Lie in hot sun
Cold nights
On our way to 
The other side