gold

walk 2 blocks that way and you arrive at the tate modern. the view from work, london.
candon 400d, 12-22mm wide-angle lens

your gold is not the same as her gold, or his,
your tongue craves sweet, when they want sour;
these words aren’t yours, you have your own
which deserve to be recognised as being your truth.

these eyes smiling at you, a mirror reflecting
the kindness thats there within your own;
your bones, your limbs, your hands, your heart
are here for the world demands it so.

© 2009 leonie faith wise