Citrine Crystal

A citrine crystal shedding rainbows in the wind, 

You are a bounty with no brim. 

Your eyes speak of stars and malleable flesh

Of underneath things deep in my chest. 

Your voice slides down me like a smooth trombone, 

Setting a fire, making me moan. 

Your smile sucks in my swollen breath, 

And that scares me half to death.