hate (poem)


I took hate by the hand and kissed them
Then we danced
Fumbling awkwardly, I asked what they liked
In the middle of the vast dance floor
They confessed their deepest hidden admirations
Dancing crazily with hate until the far late hours
I was pleased to get to know them
Midnight arrived and so did tiredness
Hate and I became intimate friends
So we grabbed our things
And love and I left