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.
28/9/2016