The One I Love

Surely swimming in the lake of one's love is easy, is it not? As I fall, letting every limb fall loose, into the lake below: the calm waters turn to such spikes that prick my skin Yet don't kill me. In a trance, in between life and death, love and hate. For loving someone is like a lake which harnesses calm waters which deceive. Deceive enough so that you are ready to dive deep. But now, when I am in the middle of this love nor hate, tell me what can I do? Like a serpent, you whispered into my ear, such sweat whispers. Making my skin crawl, hairs on my arm rose. You led me to the cacophony which I desired, the apple that I bit; whilst I was lost, you stared at me. Letting me fall so low so that you could stay above for in love, the lover is exalted beyond oneself