Last night I dreamed
you were sculpted of gold.
Your features carved so perfectly.
Your smile captured forever,
frozen in the time between
"I love you."
and
"I'll miss you."
You stood so cold,
so hollow,
placid smile and golden eyes.
I touched the shining
perfection
of your face.
It was cold and lifeless.
Void.
I kissed your golden lips,
so soft I thought you wouldn't feel it,
but you must have.
You began to melt. Your
gold sliding off of you in sheets.
Leaving you
flesh
and smiling a smile
more precious than any gold.
Author notes
Written April 26th, 2005
A contest entry
- Surrealistic Poetry by SubjectiveObject.
500 points, ended May 10, 2005, 7 entries
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