Treasure Island

Stevie Taite

(30th January 1973 / Kent, England)

Black and Gold


Gold shimmers and dark, bottomless pools
call from the shallow film
of my freshly mopped floor.
I sit
with no common sense
in a corner.
Melancholy meanders unwelcome, through the moment
I daydream, and wait
For it to evaporate

My fingertips
hold a memory.
The gold is real and it floats
on the surface
in the dark.
You
There you are, and you are real.
I swim
in the fathoms
Reckless and unafraid
Here, I recall the memory
left at the end of my fingertips.

This fantasy place
of gold rolled thin,
and black
bottomless pools
is the escape I chose.
The dark is a blessing
in my nakedness
with gold's caresses

When fantasy unfolds and lays
flat on the surface
Held up from below
shimmering, as gold
To be lifted and kissed
Inviting, submerging my skin
What then?

Submitted: Saturday, April 27, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 27, 2013

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