precious things

the street lamps are dripping

puddles of gold

onto the street corner

revealing two statues

gilded in an embrace

malachite eyes

glisten under my 

greedy fingertips

plundering diamond 

carved cheekbones

and parting garnet lips

each breath so precious

that it sends clouds of pearls

in a disappearing necklace

above our heads

like the one you wore

the first time we met

I suppress a sigh

against your soft satin hair

my shroud from the cold night

and press my mouth

to your neck inhaling

the rarest of perfumes

it is unbearable 

to walk away 

on this unadorned pavement 

which does not glow 

like your skin in the midnight air

at home

I look in the mirror

beginning to fade already

the gold washed down the sink 

into other puddles 

on other street corners

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Really not bad. I think your gold image is better in the first stanza than in the last, and I feel like the link you're trying to make there is a little tenuous, but I love your vivid word choice in this whole piece. Well done.