the only gift from
god that i ever accepted
have been my teeth
and i will take
this gift, stained with
years of coffee, crooked and
chipped, and i will
sink them into
your flesh
don’t you see, my love,
i am a rabid dog,
broken free of
its choke-chain
nothing is going to
hold me back
from chomping at this bit,
from swallowing matches until the
darkest parts of me finally burn out,
and from feeling the hot beads of your
red, red blood as they burst
across my tongue
and if i can’t make
a home within the curvature
of your lovely ribs, well,
then, maybe i’ll just
devour you instead,
my love
and this wild thing
within the scarred confines
of my chest, well, it
keens at the distance between
your hand and mine
and maybe it’s better
to let sleeping dogs lie,
just this once, but then again,
i’m just old enough to know better,
and foolish enough in love
to do it anyway