A Golden Life

We live a simple life

my wife and I. Are

the envy of our friends.

We are artists. Skilled craftsmen.

I am good with my hands

She with hers.

I am a goldsmith

She a masseuse.

I design and make

gold lockets that cannot be opened

necklaces that will not fasten

ornate keys for which there are no locks.

Trinkets to buy and hoard

toys for the rich and bored.

Things useless, but beautiful.

Compared with the objects I make,

I am dull.

My wife is not dull,

She is exciting.

After a hard day at the parlour

or visiting hotels

(I do not pry)

She comes home

tired, but exciting.

I give her something golden

each evening something new.

It makes her smile.

She rewards me with her golden body

which I melt and shape at will.

Fashioning, with consummate skill,

the precious metal of her flesh.

We live a golden life

my wife and I. Dream

golden dreams. And

each golden morning

go our golden ways.

Make golden dreams for strangers.

Golden nights

and golden days.