Gold Dust

When I unearthed her, her eyes were closed in a sacred blink. I dusted her lips with gold and whispered, "You are gorgeous in pieces." I saw every bone, her very own ivory keys. I whispered, "You are gorgeous in pieces." You are gorgeous in pieces. That was when I noticed. That was the ring. I thought I lost it in my oldest home after I gave birth to my Eldest son on the top were two lions jaws open wide I loved that ring. I loved that ring. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support