Gold ( A Poem)

My original poem I felt like sharing.

Freely spread from my legs to my chest
Evenly spread, guided carefully by hands
crafted like Dali

Lukewarm liquid mixed with charm
Kissed by lips and fallen stars
A native in its element of power

Lying flakes hidden under rock ores
discoveed after long storms
Eyes wet from tears and indulgence

A toast to Fall
A taste of slippery skin
A run and dig of mountains

How the Pacific Northwest was a haven
for explorers
You crave this body