Untouched

                              In the starry midnight sky;

                   The shape of love is seen but untouchable;

                   The hope increased but quenchable,

               Every fluttery movement is noted; it conceives the unthinkable,

               The weariness still persists; more gloomy thoughts abound,

           The wonder of if there ever will be acceptance all around.

            The intriguing disbelief of equality dancing in the mind.


                                                                      Valerie Gbinije