Passion, anger, a tempered kiss.
Lost in a place that forever I miss.
Though this guilt I assuage,
not through emotion, nor drought of the hand-
ful of heart but a token.

I struggle to find the scale I seek,
‘tween balance of love that is held
and that which I sneak
a peak
inside
but only with caution.
I’m scared I guess of unfettered emotion
and the havok, destruction and pain it may cause.
It’s the rock that is hard to blame as the cause.

Though perchance the precarious balance is found
in that which we see as we now look around.
For two of the pieces are held either side.
But it's the middle I struggle
from which to hide.