savor tenderness
with acute fondness
not the kind that riles passions
and sets tempers to beguile cruelty
Assuaging disquieted thoughts.
instead
find the calm remuneration
that ivory flames
and curling bark can settle
Bringing copper imagination to fruition.
realising that purple lace
is delicate
suitable only for royalty, and then
dismissing such
misguided notions
Becoming regal.
wrapped in fine threads
Egyptian cotton
a thousand gold sweated coins
traded for a vanishing act
Surrendering at last.
No care for
where, when, why, what
Only for who-
And for me, it’s you.
You and I in any moment can melt metal for dawn.
Some call it red 