Becoming Golden

by

I spray you with honey
silk warmth from my lips.

Sweet somethings
slide from me to you
to create a trembling
tenacious, tumultuous
ribbon of electric hope.

Jolting and joyful we collide
like candy photons, sticky
and tumbling with abandon
and abandoning all but us
as we become spun sugar.

I kiss your face and taste
the future. Our cells align
and combine, mixing us
into an all new creation—
a confection of perfection.

Together, we taste the rainbow.
Together, we become golden.