issue 35 > poetry > kuspit

doubt is as necessary
                             as night,
foraging in shadows,
                            then day comes,
brighter than ever
                      untinted by shadow,
but we are the rainbow
                          suddenly born
of both,
        our multicolor more mysterious
than their dark and light,
                                  their repeated
coming and going
                        dulling the senses
with its inevitability,
                               our intimacy
making them a rainbow
                         of feelings.
so let us wear our colors
                         without worrying
thoughts that our rainbow
                                 never fade,
living on our wonder
                            at each other,
our colors merging
                          in the rainbow
spanning the sky
                        of our love.  






Also by Donald Kuspit:

beloved iv
beloved vi
beloved vii