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,
****** jealousy.