Monday, November 24

Golden Calf

Such softness in the morning
A memory in motion
Golden calf in gentle posture
We watch with filmy eyes

Sweet sighs forever forming
A secret, special notion
To our hearts we’re hostage
In violet hue we lie

This pleasure brings no warning
Mélange of precious potion
The ache but serves to foster
Worshiped idols in the sky

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