dulce de oro / v0.1
2 August 2022
I bit my tongue last night
trying to get a taste of you in my dreams.
Golden brown heaven that you are,
adorned in the most precious of natural elements.
How I’ve imagined your Midas touch could melt a man
down to a shimmering puddle in the very instant you froze him stiff,
a monument to your divinity, lips hung open
in both prayer and praise.
Just a drop of your sweet waters
my lips were waiting for.
I bit my tongue…
Golden river, sweet and fresh,
carving the earth as you dance;
the contours of your figure erode the edges of my mind
as they shape the object of my desire.
I can feel the dew drops on your golden skin,
glistening in the light of the warm summer moon;
ensnared in the aura of your raven-winged veil by the scent of coconut in your hair.
Revealed in your reflection is a dream
I’ve prayed to live—my body submerged,
baptized in your waters, renewed by your blessing,
your precious honey smeared on my lips.
Dulce de Oro.
I bit my tongue last night…
