Spectrum

The invisible spectrum is an unspoken kiss, Deep in the skin of a million and one. One must only name one’s self, Rather than stalk an innocent to insanity. Gender comes forth a controversy, Red in the hands of the war hungry. Arrogant to argue state of mind, Stupid to debate a heart’s true call. Underneath the finger of a master, Decided for the individual is all. Eternal salvation now a warped dream, Love is renamed, a breeding contract. Rescued by an internal knight, An illusion of decorated self. Basking in orgasmic self-realization, Poured over by an angel’s sweet touch. To find one’s self in an ocean, Once drowning but now floating. The heart comes home quietly, Dressed for a lover’s marriage.