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.