The intrinsic beauty
The weight of the metal
not the man-given value though
the god-given worth.
Separated from the pain they cause – an artefact.
Something to run fingers through.
Sun-bright in your face,
Zoomed in sand
Beautiful heavenly fragments
Pieces of scattered rainbow.
Hues of yellow undertones on my skin
Your brown eyes follow,
shaped by years of victorious resilience.
Gentle white tiger stripes where I’ve thickened up
proved like a human gold-dough
A dusting of fingertip sprinkles on your neck
A touch of joy, relieved to sit on your lap
Forehead to forehead.