Romantic Cannibalism

Your lips brush over my temple;

Honeysuckle and cracked skin,

My body splits open under your touch-

I become holy:

Pure and pristine and innocent,

Your fingertips graze over the palm of my hand,

Haunting me like a prayer:

Beautifully,

Tragically,

Openly,

Carving me agape with the gentle pads of your fingers,

So that I may worship your body like a dying man

Ravaged and beaten and sick with religion:

Until my form begins to peel,

Dark red spilling like juice from my skin,

Yearning,

(Bitter) Sweet,

Tempting,

Selfish,

Selfishly only when it comes to you,

I surrender myself to your hands-

Dutifully submitting to the soft unfolding of my being

As you expose me at my core,

Lay me bare and take me in-

You take a bite and I watch

As I stain your lips in red.

Gently you take out my seeds,

Allowing my blood to stain your skin,

Planting me back into the earth

So I may decompose and be born again:

Gently, made for you.

I am a poet and a photographer who loves to explore the raw intersections of love, loss, and pretty much anything in-between. I have always been inspired by Greek mythology and I find so much beauty in the mortality of people that I have found they are a good juxtaposition to write about, whether that may be metaphorically or about something more literal. I'm a big believer in reincarnation and fate, and that the best way to live is to feel everything deep within your bones.