Intimacy

Intimacy

It is invisible, a thread
around two bodies, it is spun.
As spinning wheel whirls in rotation,
it weaves the bodies into one.

Creates a spark that starts a fire,
yet danger, never a concern.
Although the flesh does feel the flaming,
in passion’s blaze, no bodies burn.
 
It is a scale that must be balanced
for weight of feather, it’ll detect.
If there is one, that does more taking,
surplus on one side, a defect.

Hence, then one heart begins to shatter
as hope is crushed by hands of lust.
Broken is bond, some tears collected
as scissors sever threads of trust.

For if it’s sex, one body’s seeking
while other, making love desires.
Scale will then tilt, become unbalanced.  
Begin to smother, flames of fire.