golden renewal

i lay my head down, on hot sand
let the grains fall through my hand
feel the heat beneath my skin
crawling into my skin like fog
rising from the ground.

the sun, like waves and pulses
of humid sea water,
melts my cold, hardened skin
(tough from loneliness and bitter cold)
into a pliant sheet of
golden wax, slowly pours it over
a geometry of old weathered bones
and stretched, taut muscles.

and i am revived, made anew
newly stitched skin over crackling old bones,
lungs filled, expanding after frozen so long,
body all angles and awkward limbs,
soul glowing with gold.