Poetry

You are the Yin to my Yang

It’s soothing to hold your face in my hands.

As the cuts open up on my body,

I can cling to the sensation of your smile

under my fingertips.

 

When you seep down like melted wax,

I want to step up, take your hands

and hold your palms to my cheeks.

Can you feel my smile, the smile

you gave me before the world turned upside down?

 

I like to think we stand

each side of a pair of scales, perfectly balanced,

and if one of us stumbles, the other

can compensate and bring us level again.