written and performed by: Amanda Eifert
Forged in Silver and Gold,
My legs in Bronze wrapped.
Precious metals, the artist molds.
Silver and Gold; precious and cold.
You never let me attach;
Though you feel my skin,
Your most beloved metal.
The artist in me approves,
As you etch my form and carve,
The length of my body in Silver and Gold.
The Gold of my hair, burnished with Bronze.
The Silver of my pale skin,
Gemstones for my eyes;
The bluest of Sapphires.
More shadow in the glitter,
Masks the deception we share.
Hides my introspection, pain on the inside,
How you could hurt me?
Sketching my soul?
With your Golden hands;
So tanned from your heritage,
Creating art with our beauty.
As the Ancient Greek and Romans,
Perfection in Silver and Gold bodies.
You sketch and you etch,
You carve — curves and sensations,
With Silver and Gold,
Caressing my body,
Destroying my core.
My heart and my soul,
The edge of reason fading,
Quicksilver in my veins draining.
Etching you back,
Silver and Gold, for my chosen;
Highlighting your scars,
Diamond gems bright.
Silver and Gold; until I am old,
My body you fashion in Silver and Gold,
Taking and talking, performance art.
My artfulness; your artfulness,
Mutual thirst, for precious metals slaked.
(Ag) and (Au) the atomic symbols,
In movements like music,
Golden pixie dust brightens the air,
Silver dust on my eyelids, your cheeks.
Fly me to the Neverland;
Let’s escape the rabbit holes.
Paint our trail flying in Silver and Gold.
I’ve nothing but my heart,
For you my most precious metal.
Silver, Gold, and gems, your body imparts,
Hoping there is more at your core;
In your heart, and in your soul.
Something warm and soft,
The dust from precious metals as pillows pulled of feathers.
Hurt me not; forget me not,
Love me with your Golden skin.
Your Bronze eyes alight and brilliant;
Silver and Gold, we’ve no control,
When the talk turns to whispers;
We blossom and glisten, sweat beading,
Golden and Silver;
My scars so deep glimmer,
Created to highlight the Silver in my skin.
Of Gold so entranced,
Your enthralling hands;
Touch me and multiply the treasure.
You cannot melt me down;
I’m Quicksilver on your tongue,
Solid Silver in your grip;
Trapped by your Bronze eyes.
Silver and Gold, in the rise of sun,
King Midas, his work done.
Silver lips give you a kiss,
Beg for your shimmering touch.
As the sun beats down,
The most Golden light,
Of all the light known,
Creator has granted, in Silver and Gold.
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