Balances

[Word Weaver]

Balances The title is most fitting! it makes one think and wonder how frenemy relationships sort of last, its the checks and balances that keeps the boat afloat, between tumultuous and tender moments

Our nights together have metamorphosed- I like the word metamorphosed connecting with the vicious moths.
into slanging matches, howling
over the sound of Coronation Street.
In our most trying times,
we are like children plucking the wings
of grotesque flies, curious yet cautious
that we might push each other too far
with remarks that dig and tear, - how about stain and tear? fitting with vicious "moth damage" on satin silk and lace?
like vicious moths on soft satin and silk.

We both pluck, and claw, and scrape
at the edge, balancing between
anger, and sadness, and regret.
Pulling -
at my manicured nails, at the edge of your shirt.
At my dreams, and then yours
almost incessantly.
Taking turns to see - who can hit the hardest?
With sharp, frozen arrows that never quite strike
the head - just the heart;
leaving each jagged wound to bleed out,
joining an exhibition of blemished battle wounds.

Yet when night falls -
when twilight's elegant palms brush over our souls, - this is my favorite, giving the essence of tender romance
we succumb to fatigue, and give up our game. - would "quench the fire" connect better with anger's flame?
Love desperately seizes us in these rare few hours, - and the word "cocooned"..seems to call for attention here...
knowing we wake back with anger's flame.

I humbly admit, I am most hesitant to comment on a poem simply because, IF it catches my attention, I love it already! Your poem is vivid in my mind however, that too, should be an encouragement for us to keep refining our work. Enjoyed your poem very much. Thank you and Best regards!