Anthony Hanible

Touch With Love / Touch With Hate

Touch with love rises

Light warms cold edges

Breath steadies torn corners

Hope mends quiet fractures

Touch with hate falls

Dark bruises soft places

Venom stains open spaces

Pain echoes long after

Both wait inside you

Both shape your path

Both carve your future 

Both mark your memory

Your hands choose truth

Your touch writes fate

Make this known clearly

Choose wisely