Torture in Gold Hues (#38)

November 15, 2017

In my dreams
the sunlight thread strands of gold and amber
into his dark curls,
and melted his chocolate eyes
into pools of swirling honey,
but he looked at me
like I was the work of art,
a miracle in and of myself.
his hands cupped my cheeks,
which I covered with my own,
tears from my eyes rolled heavy
and seeped through our hands,
prying him from me,
and once far enough,
I watched him dissolve
into sunlight


-3:34 a.m.

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