POEM: Hate

From the book To Search is to Find.

Hate

I shall hate you for a long time, my dear…….
A long time.
I shall hate you when I remember how much you didn’t say and didn’t do……..
And how much you did.

When I think of how many other men’s kisses kissed you lips
Their arms enfolding the intimate warmth of you…….
I shall hate you venomously.

I shall hate each and every moment I spent loving you………
Wanting to caress the treacherous poison that was eating at my mind…….
And each minute I remember to hate you….I shall hate you more.
My hate will last a long time, my love.

When I go to bed at night searching for your coldly yielding body……
And when I awake early in the morning, my arms about the air packed emptiness…….
I shall hate you………the very memory of us …..is hateful.

I shall hate you when I awake in the morning
Looking for your cup of coffee……
And thinking of the breakfasts we shared…….
I shall hate you.

Hate is a cup of memory for which there is no bottom.
I can hate the night for bringing us together…….
And the day for the normalacy of our life within each other.
I can hate the sun for giving me the light in which I first saw you…………
And the moon for lighting our night’s with intoxicating romantic intentions.
I can hate the star’s because we wished on them…….
And the earth because we lived on it……….
And after all is said……I can hate me…….for loving you