I Hate Her

the silence stretches between us 
pushing our bodies to shore,
we exchange bland words
bitterness lingering on our tongues
and, 
our hands haven’t encountered yet 

a magnetic force both pulls and repels 
drawing us near,
only to propel us away

her essence eludes me, 
enveloped in a dialect known solely to her
I yearn to decipher her

within the folds of her gaze, I find refuge
tucked in the creases. 
a reciprocal aversion

I despise her, 
she despises me.  

I locate fragment of her through others
she becomes whole, 
a woman!

the universe halts at her feet, 
a jailbreak and revival

God, 
her warmth beckons me
tender palms and the breath of autumn

I seek permission to delve into her intricacies, 
aching to kindle a love that makes 
her smile back at me 
to tread with gentleness, 
to bask in a warmth that melts my past, 
strips me bare, 
leaving only bones.

yet, 
the chasm between us remains,
how do you love women like her?
I am a woman, 
like her 

she resides within my heart, 
yet I exist solely within those fleeting hours
my name a whisper that could 
fade

thus, 
we linger in this muffled state, 
hefty words suspended between, 
emotions obscured by a haze.
uncertain if our feelings are tinged with enmity, 
we gaze into each other's eyes, 
reflections intertwined, 
perhaps our fear of self-discovery arrests us, 
hindering an embrace of love not yet embraced.

Daily writing prompt

What does your ideal home look like?