Heather T

prey

 

 

 

give me something I can feel

 

gnaw the stitches open

and bleed me from the inside

until I am only woman

lipstick smeared and wearing

the bones of men

 

I smell the hide of your animal

it penetrates amnesia

thrusts against the white noise

desecrates the voices

wets me until I am female skin

again and wanting

 

cast to the earth for cleansing

moaning guttural poetry

against the mud we make

your nails snared in the flesh of me

dirty and redeemed

 

condemn me to unfulfillment

I smile slow and reach for you

under coverlets of darkness

you will nurse the need

from eager slippered fingers

and we will dine upon each other

until we are sinless hungry

again

and

again

and

again