The beads of water fall from the faucet,
liquid crystals golderizing
as they touched his skin. She
stood outside the curtain, waiting,
for the sound of rain hitting the plastic
rocking horse on the back porch to stop. And when it did, from the now dripping waterfall he emerged
glistening and glittering like lights
dusted in gold.
She proceeded to pull the sari
she held in her small mortal hand around him as it hardened
like gladiator armor.
From her, he took it— leaving her
he ran east across the sky
and trailed behind him her flag of oranges
and purples plated