Ballad of Golden Lacquer
Without your touch the world is bleak.
The sun is lightless
Compared against your radiance,
So bright I’m sightless.
Coincidence will not explain
How right this all seems.
The comfort felt in our embrace.
The sensuous dreams.
Perfection can’t, in truth, exist.
Allow destruction.
A fracture can be mended whole
With apt instruction.
A golden joining strengthened by
Commiseration.
Your hand in mine, we start again
On new foundations.
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