Your Wound Dripped Gold Poem by Chuy Amante

Your Wound Dripped Gold



oh goddess!
womb-man,
nice dress!

life's knives
fly your way!
impressed!

now I see
just how you play!

knives may enter
your flesh brown

then gold
squirts,
never a frown

alchemist
with heart
divine

please sit with me,
let's dine

teach me
your ways,
godlike love

dancing
kindness
always
above

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