Zeus’s golden scales are hanging

around my closet doorknob.

The satin ribbons straddling an uncertain fate.

Two such similar– such distinct

entities

You could say I fell in love with your differences.

One side is bold

all caps writing,

spelling errors and innuendos.

I pirouette on my right foot.

The other is softer,

delicacy in strength,

precision and restraint.

I developé with my left.

And how easy would it be if I only needed one foot to dance?

If balance simply happened by willing it so?

But feeling comes first

and the relationship is symbiotic,

and I–

I am stuck,

waiting for the scales to tip.