Full Spectum

In the temple of her skin
even beams of light bend
shadows darken as
brightness bursts

Some say the true path
moves only forward
some say it moves back
again
but there is no beginning or ending to our
circle
it has happened be
fore and will a
gain

In the cathedral of her hair
thunder of her perfumed
scent
rumbles within silence
and memories
revived
inspire
sweet agonies

Why
always this double-blade
an indivisible spectrum of light?
Where is my prism?

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