To feel the heartbeat of his
inside of you.
Not for long,
but worth a lifetime of forgiveness. Treasured moments,
under the blood red setting sun.
To devour and be devoured.
You are his equal, his half, his whole.
As your heart beats,
and as his stops,
you know it was the sweetest form of aching.
© K.K.
January 2023
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Author:
K. K. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “Unmarked” is actually (and quite obviously) not the title of this poem.. I simply cannot think of one. Perhaps it is not clear to many, but it is about cannibalism, and how deeply an individual with cannibalistic tendencies experiences that very strange combination of synapses of hormones, endorphins, dopamine and pheromone receptors, we call love. I always believed love to be something made for the sole purpose of poetry and not precision, but here I am writing about it, through an unfamiliar point of view.
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Comments1
Hannibal would like this, I think
thanks for sharing
Halloween creativity in January
a first for me, lol
(just having fun, I mean no disrespect)
I didn’t think of it that way.. cannibalism doesn’t really take place a specific time 😂
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