Scribbled thoughts

In japan  they fix broken pottery with gold,
Threading through the cracks like grace lines.
I wonder if they could do the same for people.

I want to pour gold in the cracks of your skin –
the furrows between your brows,
and each bitten-down fingernail
until it spills into your clenched palms, filling all the spider cracks
that crawl across your body –
even the ones you try to hide.

I want to weave it through your bones,
so that you can knit yourself back together
with threads that gleam brighter than Rupunzel’s hair,
and are just as desirable.

I want my mouth to fill with gold,
coat my tongue until my teeth drip with your worth,
my overgilded words oozing with sincerity
so that you don’t have to mine too far
to find seams.

I want gold to fill all your broken spaces,
the ones I don’t know and the ones I do,
so that when Midas looks at you –

you already shine.

Shine like No one can,Like noone will…. 

I want to beat the worst out of you and offer you the best