mining: the extraction of valuables
a fresh element, raw
fire starter –
dripping language
from his pores
who speaks
but you?
I do
rock dusts are risky
but I will
breathe through
demand is high
pressurized coal
flows like
water
and that is not
my desire
chemistry is mixing
air into
asphyxiation
but I am
fixated
on the way
the world tilts
when I make out
with your layers
and veins
and even though 1,549 died in China
that way;
due to
I will not abandon you
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Fantastic metaphor for obsession, I think. Excellent poem. Cheers,
smiling toad
Might as well be lol thank you!!
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“fixated on the way the world tilts, when I make out with your layers and veins” – I believe I can both understand this feeling completely and not at all, simultaneously. Word up.
Yeah….!! That’s when you know you’ve created poetry! Thank you so much!!