An Expanding Spectrum

(Excerpt from The Exquisite Pain of Flowering)

It never occurred to me that love could look

different than I expected.

Books and movies will have us believe that love is red—

consuming and stimulating.

But I have felt love as the color blue—

the hottest part of a flame,

and as the color green—

as earthly and sturdy as a Sequoia Redwood.

But it wasn’t until I abandoned

all preconceptions of what it should be,

did I find love is white:

so soft you can miss it looking for it elsewhere.

It is made up of the entire spectrum;

it doesn’t absorb us; it only mirrors us.

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