Gold Rush


To feel all golden
and yet to be trapped underneath
sleepy eyelids dark

To conceal the blush
of a lusty sun’s ardor,
claret hickeys smile

Leaving her aflame
the sun slips away sated
now seeking a cooler dawn

It is the evening
that shies away from the night
fearing a veil black
©Reena Prasad


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