• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 08


You were Midas, you claimed.
One touch transformed.
Iron became gold,
Became liquid,
Became yours.
Melt in you,
Melt in me,
Seeped under my skin,
Into my veins
To the heart,
Dipped in gilt
(Or guilt?)
Filigreed with love,
Love became me,
Became you.
Or so I thought.
How the heart fools the mind,
(Or the other way round?)
Both fools nonetheless,
Moths to flame,
Flame to fuel,
Fuel, your music
Sweet, sweet symphony
Became bitter-sweet –
Your touch, that is.
Turned to steel
Turned to rust
Turned to dust,
Your Midas touch.