PRIDE ISSUE: Spring Tulips Blush and Touch and Mine Meet Yours

By Anya Shroff

Spring Tulips Blush and Touch and Mine Meet Yours

by fourth year Meghan Hawley

We dance and twirl through tulip fields, the pinks

like water color blossoms from the earth

orange blooms paint blush onto our supple cheeks

while sunlight rays give us their golden warmth

On teacup rims my carmine lips leave stains

and when ours meet as holy lovers do

the ghost of earl gray flowers my tongue tastes,

we lay together under sky so blue

Soft satin skirts swish smoothly in the wind

when dancing girls sing in sweet jubilee,

their laugh rings out like music—a god-send—

hands held together for eternity.

Between hot Venus and cool Moon exists

a love as deep and good and pure as this