carving away at the emaciation.
staring at the fat that is
plucked off one by one with this swirling edge
stained with copper, made with silver.
goosebumps summoned as the painted pinnacle
touches the paleness
of the fragile volcano.
acidic burning withers away the base
rumbling within as rain drips down the
steaming slopes, shivering with
addicted vibrations.

the copper is released with an orgasmic
screech, melting the rocks and
entering the crevices of moonlit
nights, the blue shadow mixing in
with the copperish lava,
hardening on the skin of the earth.
the earth of my wrists.