Truth
It's a very fine line.
This whole debate about love and hate,
it's an aggregation of the soul.
Your actions, your words, even as a plain dealer -
you make me loathe the spaces I must share with you.
Hate -such a short and harsh word,
but so delicious as it rolls off the tongue.
It permeates the soul, the blood and the air we breathe.
It is evident in every moment spent apart,
in every meal eaten in tested silence,
in the discussions with friends and family.
I wonder that they cannot see it hanging like a shroud over us.
Hatred - a red hat - surely appropriate.
A cap of molten lava anger at the injustice of the situation.
A snood of distaste and devaluation of life.
Red hat - so oft misread as love -but as I said
There is a fine line inked by the tiniest quill in the sand;
the shifting grains of daily life creating a fire of pure poppy red.
Conveyed in the simplest words:
I love you.