The man of golden skin came down

from heaven to lay naked on this mountain

to pray, & to beg, & to find me there;

to love, & to hold, & devour.

He was perfect & pierced with blood

oozing out over his fingers when I found him

there; helpless with diamond tears that

shimmered on our fingers & healed his

wounds of lonely aching fear & wonder.

He seemed brave & childlike in his kiss,

which melted the snow drifts that swirled

madly around us as we explored;

cautious & excited; erect, & full, & rounded.

His lips tasted of innocence & lust...

His figertips thrust in & around me with such

gentle fervor that I opened completely

& returned that touch that he had only now

taught me.

But the golden mist that fell from the heavens

as we woke in dawn's flaming luster was a curse

from a jealous god who had lost his golden son

to mortal love & lust...

That golden veil mystery...

Rained down as he kissed me...

As all of our love disolved into rust.