by Lindsay Griffiths
Within me is a “turn the other cheek” mentality
The kiss Jesus accepts from Judas
Lives in my mindset
“Forgive and forget”
Fret, but not for long because
We can get along.
Within me is a burning desire
To be desired.
I am wired to like and to like to be liked.
My layers like an onion,
Petals on a rose,
Each alternating with fickle emotions
“He loves me, he loves me not”
I hate him?
Oh, I forgot.
And why not?
Since a grudge can kill like a viper’s bite
Cloud the sight of right, turn a day to night.
Is my predisposition to position myself
in the light of one’s favor
A curse? A labor?
I think not.
One may purse one’s lips at me
And suck one’s teeth, smug.
I’ll still hug my enemy later
And kiss the traitor.
