Gilded Smiles

There is a gilt
in your eternal smile
reeling manifold secrets
that the hummingbird whispers
to the wind unbeknowst

Do you know the enthralls of
the gold's luster? It has a spell
like a saturnalia of sirens,
it feigns an inebriating sheen,
it invites to an escalation
and the vertiginous apex
is a deluging funnel

Gold, as ancient as the legends
and monoliths, defies the law
of erosion and change,
its gilded light contending
against evanescence and
ephemeral sequences are blinded

The migrating menagerie
passes by, but your golden smile
would never lie to me,
its promises, exhumed bones
and whets constitutions

Even if the signal fire ignites upon us
the sedating gilt of your smile
will assuage my skepticism,
as long as you can bend it,
to me, for me, I will submit.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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