Poetry: "Baptise Me In Your Gold"

I'm pleasantly drowning in a river of emotions. The sweat we produce keeps us afloat in waters now so still. Fingers entangled, love intertwined while watching god. The sun rays blind us from seeing more than what's closest to our hearts. Your hair, golden, turns the bed of our emotions accordingly. Bathing in gold, I love to call you midas as we touch. Baptise me in all that you feel for me. I'm born a new. I wash all the shadows of the past as the waters move me towards the future. You preach a religion I don't mind to love. Every word will be a brick in the road to salvation. Every scripture will be my prerogative set in stone and placed on my arms that I will keep up and be strong. It's my resolve and it'll give me scars that will remember why I should always love you.