blue water curls on copper skin
sun rays pierce the raw surface
burnishing the liquid break
with bold radiance
cutting fluidity
not quite straight in the gut
but at an 80˚ angle
scorching heat
on mellow chill
…
some days
the dichotomy of it all
swallows me
flesh
and blood
and bone
inters me
and says a prayer
over my departed fragments
then, i am recreated
resurrected
as molten gold
