Poem for 4-2-11

It is a strange game we play,

Flirt, tease, fencing our emotions.

Pretending we aren’t really balanced on a wire.

We mime friendly indifference

But sometimes we waver

come just a little too close

and our emotions slide out

Throwing the other off balance

“Trust me” you say

And there is the problem.

You reach out,

and I lean too far to take your hand

while you nimbly trace your lines.

Perhaps strength or indifference gives you grace

I have no such reserves

and to protect my fragile balance,

must bow and leave the ring