Rolled Gold Poem by PAUL COLVIN
Rolled Gold
Her skin is soft but not as silk
And nor as velvet or that ilk,
They’re far too coarse to gauge her skin
And I know what I feel within.
It’s like a molten film of gold
No imperfections, newly rolled
But she breathes life and gold cannot
And gold is cold whilst she is not,
In my head my visions keep
So I’ll take my thoughts with me to sleep.
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