I watched you
snap a hello in her direction just how you always used to greet
me, and all i could think about was how she was so incredibly
under appreciative of the the dust flying off of your fingers.
She doesn’t realize that every molecule that comes into
contact with your skin is automatically turned into
gold.
There was a time when my
body was glowing with the deep yellow substance, When your palms
used to sail across the width of my back, transforming each
freckle into shiny metal. I admired the way you crafted each bump
of my spine. I can still hear you laughing as you watched my
eyelashes brighten from their original black. They tickled the
wisps of blonde on your flushed cheeks until they became ice cold
and far too stiff to be considered hair for any longer. I was a
statue before I could even catch myself, but I can assure you
that I was the most valuable landmark the world had ever seen.
All because the tips of your fingers brushed my newly light hair
from my face and our lips had their own unique dance.
Now every drop of golden
liquid has been drained from my veins and it is as if you never
even touched me at all. I miss my coating of lustrous armor and I
miss shining with the scent of your clothes. Oh how I hope she
stays brunette.
r.m.
