gold

i don't like when you hurt,

because you're precious like pure gold,

but equally as soft.

you reflect light so brightly,

sometimes you're all that i can see.

all the gold formed by supernovas in the star system dust

melted into Earth's core in the early days.

3,959 miles down,

sometimes it takes that long to get to your center, too.

since i've known you,

you've been mined, refined, and molded.

an artist formed you into something beautiful

and i fell in love with terrifying intensity.

your universal rarity amplifies my fear that you could disappear.

part of me wants to become a slave to the trade,

where you are the artificial deity,

because cash is king.

but we exchange a different form of currency,

and it passes between out bodies when we orbit each other

and makes us rich in a way a silly metal never could.