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Cocoon of late afternoon, amber-shuttered,
the day on hold for each secret moment
in sweet suffocating gold, trembling to touch

the sensual warmth of its coiling comet;
to let it travel, let it all unravel, feel it unfold
a fan of gold across his face

and see the day through hints and tints
of saffron glints; gilt silk enwrapping and caressing
lips against the golden flood, the sunlight spill,

softest sun showers tickling throbbing skin.
A gilt guilty secret waterfalling over fingers
teasing sun-gilded skin; breathing in

pulsing perfumes of the once-alive,
still lustrous with an inner life of gold
and what it is to have, possess and hold.

To grope the glinting rope of it,
to feel the slow strangling, gold-glorious scarfing,
the not-quite-seedy secret of it;

burying himself in the gleaming dream of it.
To release the caged bird of desire -
a flaxen phoenix flying free in sun-gold air.

To unloose blonde fronds of hair
soft like breath against his flesh.
Sweet subtle scents to haunt and taunt

each sense, each deep breath in
and out, in, out, up, down, fingering
the lingering essence of it, everything on hold

to relieve the amber aching hours,
to kiss and caress the gold-glinting gift;
the silk-slippery warmth of it.

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