To touch this skin

I want to be close

to touch this amber skin

that flushes with

each finger’s

warm embrace.


But in my way is

the mountain range,

the great divide,

of ignorance and prejudice.


Though it be high

and up in the clouds,

still I will cross this

steep terrain of terror

to see you in your radiance,

and boldly touch your

tender flushing amber skin.