It is not my heart that warms
At moments like these
Blood boiling to temperatures
That might rival the sun
This I feel from the inside out
An expanding universe
That must explode
Or implode upon itself
We are not made
To contain such extremes
This frail shell of flesh
We are told
Sustains life only in
Moderation
But we are not
Moderate beings
Walking on the dark side
of the moon or the light
of the moon or the light
Passing from one extreme
To another
Freezing feelings in one degree
Evaporating them in another
Somehow managing to
Find a compromise
Between the two
That fine line between
Light and dark
We walk like a tightrope
Always fearful
We might fall off
