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