I am your mouth, your hair, your repine—
a silent hunt disrupts the way
light enters the eyes.
A poke and pry, in liquid steps,
I am starved misery without the smell of you on something wet.
Your neck, a slab of meat I slice, a cannibal for just one bite,
a savaged point hoards a hot heartbeat—
Starved for sunbeams,
I am antelope, sacrificed meat,