A question filled with wonder

Have you ever seen a pattern woven so

delicately, the criss-crossing strands of emotions,

the overlapping of bodies draped across one another, the

kissing of fates, the magic of the intertwined,

the intimacy of words, the intricacy of life?

Iridescent

I’ve always been

white light

as far

back as I recollect

pure

&

drab

then you came

dark swirls

of

lust

over my limbs

knotted

legs and

scratched

backs

peppered kisses

&

stolen glances

heart raced faster

adrenaline

coursed

through veins

they tried

to

tell me

“It’s all wrong;

white is white

black is black

and that

would

never change”

but

you see,

that is the problem (in its entirety)

when I’m

with you

I don’t exist

you don’t exist

I’m not white

you’re not black

we

remain,

together,

iridescent.