(T)hin one, look, I tread highwire,
far above myself.
(H)ate of lovely loneliness holds me,
(S)ome sky of my own self-love(hate).
(I) love(lust) your fire.
(L)ook, I lust(love) your words.
(L)ook, I tread the highwire, and I must fall for you.
(U)ntil my body rots.
(S)ee our sweet decay.
(T)hin one, look, I tread the highwire for you
and we shall read the days away.
I am precariously balanced between Juliet and virtue.