She Hates You, She Loves You

In the early dawn before the sun

splays its fingers across the lawn

to scratch and pet the thirsty green,

a fickle thing, love.

Her mouth full of bitters and sweet,

mandrake and licorice,

to kiss with a sting,

dual natured or mercurial being?

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