Iris Karuna

golden girl

in your arms like Midas' daughter
(we've forgotten her name) I am
turned to gold and wasting,
waiting.

your fingers contour me you
sculpt, play, oh toy
with me, toy with me, oh,
I am wasting.

I freeze and fall
silent, do you need me?
do you want me to
want you, do i want to?

in this hard golden light, do you
see me? do I stare out (golden,
weighted) have you
seen me?

do you love me,
have you seen my
personality?

am I worth my salt?
worth the wait?
worth my weight?