Delicate,
yet rough
It hangs precariously
tips,
sways
perches in false peace
tottering
deftly shifting
above danger,
safe
Just a glance
a misplaced smile
a misdirected embrace
a poorly-aimed laugh--
right?
Surely the mark was missed--
it all belongs to me!
but it tips again;
a sharp thought
a bitter contempt
Tips,
sways,
a maddening burden
it hangs precariously
delicate,
yet rough.
what folly
you cruel temptress;
can you not hold your own?
so uneven,
damned jealousy.