Nonsense

gazing unafraid at the balance of good and evil we see there’s no need to hide from their cross-shadows.

we feel stories read aloud, the ones that photograph love and hate to celebrate marriage. there is a crease in the mirror that keeps my kisses to him preserved.

we are as imagined, beauty and ugliness forming a landscape of grace.

is this the truth?

yes.

it is no more a preference to love than it is to hate.