Gold coins,

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.

Yellow petals

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.



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