golden goddess

golden goddess statuette mirror how her divine presence presses me inward I am blinded and reflected back palms of orange-light sandpaper rough caress down my shoulders like I am the weapon and she is the war cutting through the air when she steps forward feeling like everything at all in papercrafted art she spins me softly I am the bird in her hands and even still, her eyes meet the horizon am I your shield or your fight, lover? your knife or your white shroud? your confidant or your consequence? I am blinded and reflected back flight in her open hands