lovers' dance

i hold on to my broken crazy and lace him only wth the angel he needs.
praying the fabric holds.
treading softly because we are tender. sore even.
we have broken the skin that holds us many many times.
leaving scar tissue on top of scare tissue on top of scar tissue until even brushing it reminds us of the pains.
i tread softly nourishing it.
trying to heal what will always be seen.
trying to make right our collective wrong.
 trying to make us right.
he follows.
and softly we dance around it.
remembering but not letting it ruin the happy now.
softly.
i take his hand.
now that i have shown him how he leads.
treading softly and softly i follow.