pó de ouro

you and a coy smile.
inside,
the righteousness of just things. the warm touch of your hands.
the warmth of a touch,
your calm eyes like a sheltering pond.
vividly,
a thin cigarrette reaching your lips

your body stretched, the sun laid down - definitely, freezing that frame, i am.

things you said, randomly. like there were right words, you knew when to say them. like when it's hot, a cool sheet above our bodies, your love embraces me, secures me. cozy as it is,

a present smile, a coy gift. and gold dust in your hands.