Ah but there were moments
Tossed in golden light
Moments of hands and legs and lips.
Perhaps all is not lost
Am I willing to forsake the black for the white
The dark for the light.
Afterall no one is all sunshine
Certainly not me
And especially not you.
So am I willing to let dogs lie and wake up with fleas?
Just for a shake of the knees ?
When one is made of stardust..
Never say never.