While I was walking home,
someone called my name.
A genderless body
wearing a sunny smile,
a mist-kissed scent,
and a sunset orange glow.
“Hello, my name is love.
I know I might be hard.
But would you come
with me, tonight?”
Before my surprised tongue
could let a word roll out,
another face came,
wearing the blanket of
a pitch black night,
and the smoke of
a melting rubber
on its upward flight.
“Hey, I am hate.
No, don’t hesitate.
I am an easier
company, mate.”
My unsure feet
step back, one…
and then two…
Inhale and exhale,
my choice is due.
I’d rather be fried
under a sun angry
with love,
than sip
whiskey under
a calm moon
without love.
—
08.03.2018
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