What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to eat you -
Devour you whole
Like some prehistoric
Cannibalistic lover?

What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to make a meal
Of your misery and
Tear out all your sorrow -
With viscous teeth
And no mercy?

What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to feed upon your pride
Inhale every last insecurity
Feast - as if on a fresh kill
Gorging the flesh of my prey?

What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to swallow your sickness
Digest it – make it my own if need be
Biting into every one of your fears
The blood of your birth wound
Soaking my skin, not yours?

What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to sever your history
Gnaw at old heartaches -
Chewing out the misfortune
Of your youth
In a blind and bloody fury?

What would you say
If I told you
I wanted to be full of you -
Satiated by all that makes you weak

You'd tell me -
There'd be nothing left.
Nothing but white bones
And black holes.

And you'd be right, of course

Perhaps –
My heart has grown
Bigger than my stomach