Golden touch

I take your girdle in my hand
make a hammock and kiss the sky
the seat with the silky sand
talks to me, of dreams
lived, left
with my hands I hold the band
swing helplessly
songs play and you float
on me, with me your support
time for my golden death
has arrived, opens the gate
I can smell you, witness your gait.

I have come to a place
I didn’t know
the magical rope
freed me from my blue
without trace
tied my silence
beyond balance,
by the sea
waves hold me high
I kiss the sky
sense a golden touch with you.