Chasmotica

the gauged flesh is wrapped, a meaty coil, bone-cored

and spiral-locked. Some love is mauve and marrow,

the murk of meat mortar,

pestle; a vessel; muscle another.


Fingers locked tightly into one another;

two rusted cogs of skin greased to crease

and cinch, warmly pinching a smooth glisten.


Dilute the extruded light; a surge of thrust reduced

to imploded splatter. Acquiesce to squalor.


Brine rushes a bitter paste,

saline the salty sweat of thirst,

lessened, lathe wet in the wool air.


Muscle and cinch warmly pinch the itch,

extrude the exhaled


lightly