The cutting open of me, does not bleed me
Anymore, than does a cut flower to it's stem
What may flow, is in me, coddled in the membrane
Of memories, both good and bad, on high security
My heart on lock-down, you penetrated my fire-wall
I was on alert and vulnerable, more caustic, less malleable
Your kindness, I observed, while in the shadows of me
Began to soften scarred tissue, turn frigid to pliable
Dry ice vapors collect and swirl over your Love's flame
My loves flame, I carry, keeping from Hurt's wind, blowing
We are the same
You cry for me, I hate for you
We compliment
You step foreword, naked, I am scared and armored
We are balanced
You are loyal, I am loyal
We are book ends to one heart
We are the sum, one plus one, equals one love

I love your use of descriptions.It says it effortlessly.

Thank you , dear
I was having trouble writing today.
xxx