I eat you as my nightly sugar rush.
Our flowery words emasticate our lies,
And hand and claw explore our curious eyes.
The sceneries we talk are warmly lush.
I eat you slowly; hunger does not rush—
My teeth and tongue in hunger’s raw surprise
Along your quaking flesh ambush your spice.
Together twined, a tellurate montage:
Am I predator, you the prey? You cast
The dice. Our hunting in the night, when sleeps
Are fled from us. Your flesh between my lips;
You feed me still. I eat. Night does not last:
Regenerate your self, the dawn draws near;
And nourishment I’ll find tonight—you, here.