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
percolation

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.