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Prism of Touch

This poem is inspired by the original eight-colored pride flag created by Gilbert Baker in 1978. Each color has its own unique symbolism.

Pink stands for sex, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for art, indigo for serenity, and violet for spirit.

Prism of Touch

By Grace Bugin

Sinking my teeth in

Your hands pull the roots,

Connecting my heart

Your sweetness stains

Like a cigarette on my lips

In the clouds, I crave

Dreaming of a life

Where I don’t have to hide

Where you are just you

And I, just me

Kneeling, I pray

As you are my god

So afraid of your touch

Save me

Ruin me

Gleaming in the night

Your warm eyes begged

Your touch, my solace

Burns into my skin

Forbidden, unexplored

The wind carries our love

As if a secret

Shared with the trees,

We call to the moon

Pleading to an empty sky

A brush on a canvas

My hand touches yours

Hitched breath and quickened pulse

We linger in this moment

Echoing through my mind

Whispers of a lullaby,

So sweet the sound,

Floats through the air

Pulling me from the clouds

Reality begins anew

Intertwining souls

Weaved through eternity

Searching and searching

For the hand

That fits within mine

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