Love Or Hate
As often as humanly possible I tried to put her out of my mind
Sometimes I could achieve peace for a few hours
Or even manage to sleep through the night
It was the only way I could function and go about the daily business of living
Did I still love her or had I grown to hate her
I could never be sure
She was so beautiful with those luminous mocking eyes
That mass of wild hair
Those lips that smile so invitingly or pout so easily
Was it merely her beauty or perhaps her brutal honesty
Her open sexuality or her challenging intelligence
YES it was all of those things, yet something more
A desire born in the dark corners of my heart
A complex tangle of needs and emotions that I’m sure most times,
Bordered on obsession!
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