Treasure Found

You mould my flesh
like treasure found
with sweeping hands
and gasping ribs
as walls watch
and shadows play
through closed windows
now dissolved of sound
a pantomime of warriors yell
when our bodies clash
in a mirrored fight
then darkness –
takes away the light
and passion screams….
to the sodden sheets of time
then only whispers speak
as we have reached the gold.