Independent Poem 2: Jasmine

(Love Poem)

I Hate Her

                                            “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 

                                                     and right-doing there is a field.
                                                     I'll meet you there."
                                                   -Rumi

I am jealous of her skin

and her playful gaze

my mind tells me she will steal all men

and I should keep my distance.

She still comes my way smiling

she touches me and plays with my hair

she's fond of me

But I hate her

she's fond of me

I guess I can tolerate her.

She tells me I have a beautiful face 

she gives me neck massages 

she tells me my sadness is not mine alone

she feels it too and can't help but cry.

I hate her!

But maybe I don't, not at all.

She knows I have a lover

But maybe that doesn't matter.

I am not jealous,
Jealousy only masks helplessness

I think of us then, in the wilderness somewhere
Here I acknowledge her fondness for me
And she touches me in places beyond my neck.

This world with her is easy and loose
Here my gaze is playful too.

I look then at my reflection on the metro door
which then - slides open
it splits this world I built into
dust particles

I drop this world here in this metro stop,
I brush this dust out with my feet
into the gap,
"mind the gap".

The door slides shut
and I have moved on to hating her,
like I never loved her to begin with.