When I see you
I see you 
limned in gold,
sunset cascading around you
a crown,
a veil.

Some things in this world
must not be touched
and that gold
bites,
tiny singeing fingers
when I reach.

When I see you
I see you in gold
but I do not squint,
do not look away. 

Let it burn,
I think.
Let it all burn.