Gold Necklace

Your body drapes across my clavicle.
A liquid statement, an image of value.

An easy chain of interlocking parts,
eternally continuing,

each as needed as the other,
a balance of perfection and thought,

a gift of light.
Obscured by a collar,

metal on cloth,
but you were made to be seen,

not out of sight, out of danger,
safe in a safe.