Eat
lest you become insubstantial.
I can hear the soft
grinding of the bones within my ears,
natural reflexes,
swallow and chew,
chew and swallow.
Somewhere along the lines
I lost that feeling and started
wanting to devour you.
How would it feel to
drain your blood and drink it,
know tour own personal taste
that no other has tried,
feel your brittle bones
crack beneath my teeth,
tearing muscle off of it
and chew,
swallow.
Let it dissolve within me.
Feel you cold from ice,
sluggish as the blood drips out,
staining my lips and fingers,
feel you burning from flame,
charred with the smell of burning flesh,
torching my insides and I bite down.
I want you to become a part of me,
so eat,
crack the marrow from the bones,
tearing vessels and arteries,
I’ll take the knife and fork to you
and place you on my dinner plate.
I’ve got an unhealthy appetite
with a pulsing desire on the side
to kiss you.
I watch as you sit there,
head back, eyes wide,
watching only me.
I’m drinking your and my desire
while I’m placing kisses down your neck
and I can taste some inner part of you
from that cut deep within your neck.
I painted your picture
as I spread across the room,
delicate like spider’s silk.
I’d be feasting off your gaze,
only for me,
sampling pieces of your soul,
chew and swallow again and again
until nothing remains of you
except inside of me.
Eat
before I become insubstantial
from the love that’s choking
me.
