Jasmine Nicole
Bruns
Bronze to Gold
Days to weeks,
Weeks are days.
The weeks I spent here,
Healed no wounds,
Made no progress.
My injuries were infected...
By attempts to replace something,
Something in works,
And only in need of refining.
I spent weeks,
I spent cold cash,
Trying to be me,
And in truth,
I needed warm air,
Something in my life:
I needed to feel it.
I needed no sensation from someone faking,
I needed the affection of someone making...
Making love to love,
And waking up with it.
You make my being gold from bronze,
You've dug up something I long ago lost.
My bitterless purity,
Romantically real.
I have rusted myself in burring what I thought was used,
But only needed a renew.
There is now something meant for me to hold,
Thank you for making my life bronze to gold.