golden
Golden boy,
with lanky limbs
and sky eyes.
A quick wit word,
a twin bed and
friendship were
all you could offer me.
Golden boy,
all filled out
and sweet tongued.
A before work kiss,
half of you dancing in me and
so much love are
not half of what you’ve given me.
I can’t tell you
who I am anymore.
Can you tell me?
Who am I,
if not yours?