the lifting of a tender brush
dipping it in a swirl of gold
painting the lush scene
with fine flecks of rose gold;
the love of a tender soul
patches of sunlight tickled with gold
illuminates the sun-kissed beach
grains of sand glowing with brilliant gold;
the healing of a tender mind
criss-cross on a blanket of soothing gold
whisks you in another place
a place of fire and burning gold
swirls of gold,
rose gold,
tickled with gold,
brilliant gold,
soothing gold,
burning gold,
gold.
ten tears that escape from the narrow corners of my eyes
flowing down my cheeks and onto my lap where they melt and disappear
even my tears have lost.
nine questions scribbled into a diary late at night
I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,
because Saturn had cracked into two;
I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,
yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.
I’m sorry that you never learned to care,
warmth,
pumpkin spice lattes
hot, spice-soaked coffee drizzled with a splash of cinnamon
coated with half-melted whipped cream, nestled by the delicate fire,
comfort,
your favorite cardigan
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