Precious

gold-m

 

You were gold

to my electron

 

the summer endless

love a crucible.

 

Like autumn leaves

the years have left us

 

staring at the gaps

where light enters.

 

You were gold

to my electron

 

our fingers laced:

leaves scatter a

 

glitter path that leads

always to the edge.

 

Light in an August kitchen

ripples of laughter

 

pivotal minds entwined

in teenage heads

 

but now I’m clutching

memory:

 

you are gold

to my electron:

 

burn me.

 

sulfur-m

 

 

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