a love/hate poem

Love poems and hate poems

always use the same prose,

cause love,

and hatred

intermingle and elope;

they coincide, coexist;

opposites,

near synonymous.

Of both we are so passionate,

they’re said to say

the line is thin.

It’s blurred and obscurred

only by some fog and mist–

So stay lightfooted;

leaning,

teetering,

it depends on how you’re looking,

how you put it;

say

or express it.

One of them is precious,

the other is less than.

Both will overwhelm you,

both are infectious.

Do the math,

and what you’ll find is,

all coins are two sided,

so flip,

take a risk

or choose to choose wisely.