Burnt Gold

I lay my hands on burnt gold
The heat sneaking through my fingers
I watch as your gold dust
Jumps in and out of time
Held in place by
The light bouncing
Off the tiniest slip of eye
Seen through resting lashes
I watch your rise and fall
And breathe you
To the bottom of lungs
Heavy with longing in their cavern
I map and plot every mark
And databank it
So I’ll know
And remember
And recall
When your heat has cooled
And your dust has settled

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