The Thin Line/Poetry

The Thin Line

TAKE ONE

I love you.

I want to pull your hair

and claw your skin, to

bite your neck neck and

climb within

         your soul

TAKE TWO

I hate you.

I want to pull your hair

claw your skin, bite

your bitter tongue,

and curse the sin in

        your soul.

TAKE THREE

I love you.

I want to stroke your hair

and caress your skin,

to lick the wounds

that are buried within

         your soul.

I love you.  I hate you,

from time to time,

and so emerges without

reason or rhyme-

the urge that defines

        the fine, thin line……

Cheryl Kp

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