A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.
I eat your face first.
Caress your cheek with the cold silver of my blade, run it beneath,
Slice through muscle and tendon, blue and red veins giving way to my lust for you.
I take your face and put it over mine, because how else to love you but to become you?
I slit your already cold throat and take your esophagus.
I remove your vocal cords, repaying all the tenderness you showed me.
And put them over my throat, because how else to love you but to speak as you?
My flesh is already stained by yours, in more ways than just blood.
I press my index and middle finger over my pulse point, where you’d bitten me gently.
My print, your gore, two pieces of identity sewn together.
I travel down the worn paths of your person I’ve always known.
But with a new hunger. A new lust, a new longing.
Mediocre love is undesirable. I thirst to unify, to consume, to fuse into a unified sense of hunger.
Because how else to love you but to truly drown in the sensation of ravaging you?
I eat your face first.
Caress your cheek with the cold silver of my blade, run it beneath,
Slice through muscle and tendon, blue and red veins giving way to my lust for you.
I take your face and put it over mine, because how else to love you but to become you?
I slit your already cold throat and take your esophagus.
I remove your vocal cords, repaying all the tenderness you showed me.
And put them over my throat, because how else to love you but to speak as you?
My flesh is already stained by yours, in more ways than just blood.
I press my index and middle finger over my pulse point, where you’d bitten me gently.
My print, your gore, two pieces of identity sewn together.
I travel down the worn paths of your person I’ve always known.
But with a new hunger. A new lust, a new longing.
Mediocre love is undesirable. I thirst to unify, to consume, to fuse into a unified sense of hunger.
Because how else to love you but to truly drown in the sensation of ravaging you?
