Nothing Gold Ever Stays

I am taken

with my skin

when concealed by the thinnest cloth

and bathed in sunlight

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when I stand still

long enough

to watch the light

make love to the dark

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I feel the most understood –

for that juxtaposition

of dark and gold

is in me

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what would you do

if I bathed you in my light

laid bare-breasted on your floor

and spilled my demons?

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would you be just as taken

as I am with the sun –

or would my darkness

overcast your shadows?

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this place, my home –

more lyric than mountains

more gold than fields of wheat

is in me

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like the roots beneath the trees

holding steadfast the heart

necessary for the breath

I am taking

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all I want

all I have ever wanted

is to be just as necessary

holding steadfast the heart

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are you taken with me, yet?

Or am I too dark to see?

I want to remain bathed in gold

but nothing gold ever stays.

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