Midas Two

Please return to me! I am transfixed and cold as stone.

Your breath upon my neck was molten honey,

Your horrible sweet strokes left me starving.

 

Return to me! Loose me from a Being of all eyes yet unseeing.

Your touch left me fair and golden. I am beautiful as a corpse,

As a subject for framing. I am gold as stone, a goddess in a painting.

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