not a privilege

And to peer,
peer into the darkness to question
what it means to truly be
alone–
surpassing physical desires or boundaries
and the inevitable need to feel
loved again by another.
Some say love is now conventional,
fitting into the silences
between all words;
but darling, pray that your love
is sacred.

The spectrum we seek is denied without the prism.
For how can love exist in black and white,
when we live in colour?

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