Blended Duality

No greater disservice to humanity has ever existed than the attempt to lump people into categories of either good and evil. Colors bleed into each other and create beautiful complexity, wouldn’t life be boring with just black and white or red/blue/yellow?

 

Blended Duality

White cup and saucer containing black coffee,

Gleaming, milky porcelain, glazed protection from the murky acid.

Yet still the border it concedes. Stains.

Brown.

 

Fear… scratching, clawing through the darkness. Seeking.

Capturing space, ever wanting more.

Love… radiant streams, expanding light. Merging.

Gray.

 

My innocent heart, coursing optimism through red veins. Passion.

Bleeding through the crevices,

Deep blue waters, filling broken cracks. Reconciled.

Purple.

~Trista Blouin

Photo © 2016 Trista Blouin

Duality

Nothing is really black and white… it tends to bleed together into gray.

 

Duality

Let me pry open your vessel of love and fear.

Will I feel them seep into me as I lay beneath you?

Left with the walls of your vulnerability, bare in front of my eyes.

Gleaming white, pure, free of stain.

 

Open your palms to me.

They are a road map to your veins, to your blood, to your source.

Place them on my forehead so I may receive your communion.

Will you share in my yearning?

 

Where will you take me under the hallucination of our rapture?

Will I rise to meet you on clouds of bliss?

Or will we sink into tangled roots of unquenchable desire?

And why must I know?

~Trista Blouin