silver and gold

Their hands are around my waist and tangled in my hair His silver tongue is down my throat and I can’t breathe but I am laughing Pretending Performing
My mind and body work independently from one another Inside I want only to be alone and to be with friends and to have a cup of tea be just a cup of tea I want my time and body to stay mine - to stay gold, and not silver, but when he slips his hands up my skirt I say nothing and allow him to paint me with his silver spit
and then I dip my fingertips into the pigment and I feel it tingle on my skin