2014 Adult Poetry 2

Linda Landreth

Ambivalent One


You are my enemy.

Each time I reach for you,

You slip, tumble, from my warm grasp.

A deliberate ploy to keep away from me.

You know I need you.

I can’t do without you.

We are attracted and repelled by each other.

Conflicted. I try again.

Reach, hold tighter, don’t let go.

Then, we are united.

My struggle ends.

We are enmeshed.

A necessity of my life.

Your work just begins.

Your angled arms with crooked ending

Now holds my pressed shirt.


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