Midas Asshole

You touched me:
Here.
And everything turned to gold.
Explosively.
That old drag carapace of mine,
Gone now.
Transmogrified, alchemically, magickally.
Instantaneously.
If you were able to see my inner life
You’d know that molten ore flows through my veins.
There was that one moment between us
Of nova-like intensity.
Up for it?
Believe me, I was gushing for it.
But now, WTF?
You froze me.
Into something you said you couldn’t have.
Why bother
Doing that to me,
If you didn’t want to keep me alive?
Go make a statue of yourself.
Midas.
Asshole.