Omophagia
you are carnivorous in your longing
night leached
to dawnbreak our
morning fettered by forgetting my
body open as
a wound
we are villainesque unrefrained
and despite my sleight of
tongue you know
all of my swords
are metaphors
my fist at the hilt my
throat not temple but sacrifice for
no-one taught me
not to want
or how to bear
baring your
belly with grit teeth
knowing we devour
all that we love
