Was
by Tommy Kirchhoff

For now,

the earth is the only good.

I know how it feels

to be golden.

Glowing precieous gold

with the vibrance of the sun.

Gold is food for

the mind's pallate.

For all it reflects

is then precious, too.

To see your face

reflected in gold

is something sensual.

It blandly tastes sweet.

It is delicious.

And the sound gold makes

is so pure

Gently humming

without touch.