Love and Hate

LOVE is raw Really raw HATE is raw Really raw Both with four letters Bind and break Through opposing tunnels… What you love you can hate What you hate, love Love is white Hate is dark, One letter short As meaning drifts Into the gory folds, The wrinkled face Of the old antagonism, Hate and spite Love and sight In the web of life The complex whole Holding forth The onyx set in sharp Thorns and sherry morns LOVE is raw Really raw HATE is raw Really raw Both with four letters Bind and break Through opposing tunnels… What you love you can hate What you hate, love Love is white LOVE is bloom, raw bloom dyed in red-bluey wood entombed in lyrics on the lips of oohs and ahhs at half crescent evenings However, brief or long the acapella lives on Hate is dark, One letter short of its kind twin, light Dark, a boring trudge on the gloom scaffold littered by sighs and hisses Always, Hate's meaning drifts Into the gory folds, The wrinkled face Of the old antagonism: Hate and spite Love and sight In the web of life The complex whole Holding forth The onyx set in sharp Thorns and sherry morns Love ruses and Hate bruises