Continueous Spectrum - Mary Beth Mitchell

Sometimes I wonder


if what we have is

real

or true

or as innocent

as we make it out to be.



Or if it's just some elaborate plan

in my mind

that i spat out in your hand

with the voices I can't stand

bubbling in sulfur.



That turns my heart

into the decay

on your sweaty palm

you hold with dismay

just to see

that the bullshit

i spit

out

cannot devour the glass

inside

The prism that lay

in the only safe place

it could find.



But the continueous spectrum

Blinds us both

so brilliantly

as the light

that shines from your heart

caresses it's smooth surface.



And i realize

that I am wrong

and I should just

flip the switch

and love

without thinking.