The One I Love
Surely swimming in the lake of one's love is easy, is it not?
As I fall, letting every limb fall loose, into the lake below: the calm waters turn to such spikes that prick my skin Yet don't kill me.
In a trance, in between life and death, love and hate.
For loving someone is like a lake which harnesses calm waters which deceive.
Deceive enough so that you are ready to dive deep.
But now, when I am in the middle of this love nor hate, tell me what can I do?
Like a serpent, you whispered into my ear, such sweat whispers.
Making my skin crawl, hairs on my arm rose.
You led me to the cacophony which I desired, the apple that I bit; whilst I was lost, you stared at me.
Letting me fall so low so that you could stay above
for in love, the lover is exalted beyond oneself
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