A LOVE POEM
the tiger stalks in bars of orange
and crimson tongue
razors push through gum
sinew thick and dumb
he’s numb,
at least to your appeal
glister red inside your head
and organs plump
it’s instinct, no offense
he makes no recompense
just sense
to him, you are a meal
sweet entrails wrap a smitten heart
two bloods turn one
so jaw engulf your head
and grind the bone to dead
sweetbread
most primal love ideal
