Rare Metal / Robert Rothman

I like your skin
the best when warmed

to liquid gold,
the even metallic

sheen burnished to
a deeper gloss,

the vapors rising
like steam through opened

pores, the bubbling

from the spring below,
the droplets of

molten heat
that glisten and pool,

the way your body
radiates a light

that even in
the darkness glows.

I like this best:
before all cools.