Hips like gold

Hips sway with ornamental gold

By my-dastardly efforts I touched her

I appeased my appetite with the core

And spat the seeds flippantly into her mother’s earth

She was mine to be cherished
Mine to be abused

She was mine until I lost her

Among scattered dreams and thoughts confused

My mind returns to those seeds of gold

Laying subtly upon that fertile row

She lies like stone at the bottom of my well

Where her memory keeps growing from forgotten seed sown