My body is golden,
Glittering and gilded -
Carved by your eyes,
Grasped by your mind.
You create me, drive me,
Bring me to fruition.
I am displayed for your palace -
The palace of your mind.
I shine brighter under the sun,
But only in your courtyard.
Among the satin of your gardenias,
Your hydrangeas, freesias,
And the speckling of your breath.
