Perception Spectrum

The lens of reality,

basis on what we know to be true

perception being White and its’ reflection of the lack thereof -

real as our unreal realities are

Softness in me syncopating

with the snowy drift of pollen

dancing off dandelion plumes,

juxtaposing the ambiance

of a true winter storm’s winds

Identity as diverse as the changing seasons,

each beam of refracted light

shining, swimming-

within the spectrum received by the iris.

Shades made our own by a blend of brightness

special to the self

making up the aura that attracts another,

sharing light, mixing relations,

The blue in me turning your red a deep purple hue

paint palette after an inspired session -

pulling towards each other

by forces unseen,

creatures drawn together

as bees pulled by the ultraviolet throb

of a pollen filled bloom.

Color -

not existing beyond the processes of the rods and cones,

like attraction and identity,

are the result of what draws the soul

-nonexistent in any tangible sense, but as real as are felt,

leaving the crisp lines we are told they are

blurred between sexuality and gender,

a rainbow through a foggy sky -

seen from space, an infinite circulation of rays completing a spectrum,

leaving every aspect of expression, reality, intersectionality

as broad as Black,

every fluidity within its deepness.