Eat

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.

Broken Spine

I’d hope that you’d lick me back across the pages, scrape your teeth along the base of my spine, words floating past the muscles of your shoulders, ink spotted upon your lips in the delirium of this long and inspiration less night.

            

I’m always waiting for your hands around my throat, warm in the memory of this silence, your voice muted against the heavy pressing petals of the sleep that floods this night. And I stumble, cross and scramble through the dark, sliding out across the floor, blankets tangled, pencil, paper, anything I can find within my grasp, naked in the stinging need not to let it go.

           

Because you wake me at inopportune moments of the night, in the back alleys, the corridors and emptiness found in education, the silent seconds beside the traffic lurching forward, your hands tangled in my hair, my body heavy, my fingers burning and your voice a whisper in my ear that I’m about to lose.

            

I am about to lose it.

            

I’m scared of this moment, for I need to be blindsided, pressed against the shelving, trapped between your body and the wood, your lips a feather across mine to muffle the cry. For I am nothing without you, the gravitational pull you carry, the smirk of a smile stretched tight across your teeth, ready to bite, smash me forward, burry me under the grave of my own talent. You are always ready to kill, shred apart what ever love I give you, in an attempt to show you care.

            

Still, I’ll take what I can get, the cold traces of impact you leave trailing across my body, the realization that I can no longer escape, no longer go back to what we were before.

            

For I was your lover long before we knew it.