Vermeil
She did not want
the wind to catch her
unawares again
Not the way it caught
and took her breath
away back then …
Maybe that is why she
clutches tightly
and she lays across
him lightly
Almost like a feather
might …
After all she is a gold
and silver second skin
Burnished, bright
but spread oh’ so
wafer thin …………
Untarnished in her
own true glory ..
Tho cold when set
a’gen near naked skin
She is often
understated if not a
somewhat
sentimental sin
Sometimes though
they may just
smile politely and then
whisper soft
her real name .. Vermeil