we stand on that knife edge
between love and pain;
lust and desire, the fine line,
to caress or crush, destroy.
love and hate so closely allied
an alloy of emotions, melded close,
they are a hairs breath apart.
a mercurial moment, an epiphany.
we balance between light and dark
a dusky twilight place
the blur where they meet
that is where our love is.
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