Salim Gold
Crusade
One lover’s lips spill into another’s;
Our two combined thighs bandy up and down;
One flesh confronts and conforms to the next—
Until we’re shouting, organ by organ.
When I breach your castle’s molten marble,
I please you by seizing every treasure;
I rampage in unmistakable dark,
And don’t rest til the sun’s exhausted.
Let’s drink wine, not tears. Light inflames
The night, but dawn’s not yet due or dew.
Your skin kindles voluptuously silver;
Your limbs pale in the radiant dark.
Look now! The bed’s gleaming! It’s consequence
Of ourselves: We shine best when we melt most.
Salim (Pure) Gold!
Wonderful Salim! Beautiful images roll into one another as the lines unfold:’We shine best when we melt most’