- Vol. 05
- Chapter 08
The Art of Idolatry
Lens baby, I croon to you.
The silence of the blur I allow to cloak your shoulders pleases me.
You know I’m only gilding the lily.
These fingertips of light stroking your bone structure. Your perfect brow.
In that split second of breath your lashes dip.
The fluidity of gender neutrality, the runnels of gold that touch the cupid’s bow
Like I do. Midas. Midas.