Spectrums of Love
I have been blessed with things come to me
from beyond the curve of Earth.
Things?
Light. Warmth.
Yes, of course, But then?
Darkness. Coolness..
Yes, dark follows light.
Warmth cools, as does…
What?
Passion.
How?
I have heard it.
Heard?
Heard it whispered. Loud, soft, hard.
Now?
No, not now.
Perhaps you dreamed.
Perhaps I did.
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