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Your pulse thrums underneath my fingers.
The artery pushing abruptly against the barrier I've suddenly created,
working so hard to keep you alive.
Your chest rises and falls, as the moon attracts the tide with its push, and pulls
gently at my heartstrings, like an invisible tug that draws me closer, so inevitably attracted
to you.
Your ribs, your intercostal muscles, wrapping around your lungs
I wonder what it would be like, just to indulge
the sweet tooth I have for the cavity
of your chest. Something, which holds
so much
This love that consumes me so wholly and fully like an enveloping enclosure
caging me in like a wild animal that doesn't know it wants to be tamed
yet. and yet, I lie so still because maybe some part of me already
is stilled by your mere presence
Lying, watching, patiently, reverently
like an obedient dog that recognises there is something fragile to be upheld
the surface of a pond, undisturbed by ripples
the silence of a shrine, undisturbed by blasphemy
but isn't it so blasphemous that I would want to devour the flesh of my own Goddess?
Listen to me, your faithful worshipper, do you think there is something wrong with me?
Listen, listen, I pray, please, am I supposed to feel this way?
Is it so wrong of me that
I want to be your vessel
Possess me with your spirit
Fill me with your love
So that I will never know what it is like to live without a Goddess
Bless me with the visage of your flesh
Bless me with the taste of it
The iron on my tongue makes me feel so alive and
isn't that what a Goddess is supposed to do?
It feels so holy
to give in
to my instincts
to bite and rip and tear your flesh
O generous Goddess, will you give up your body
for me?
I feel like your favourite human
when I am allowed to lap at the ichor dripping from you
So small and insignificant yet somehow I am able to
Draw the slightest gasp from you, the power of which I feel
rushing to my head making me dizzy.
When I am allowed to scavenge from the remnants of your ribs
like a vulture, a hunger that looms
the satisfaction that settles in my bones
is one that I would never give up for the ability of flight.
The most bountiful harvest I am blessed with in the fall
is when I fall for you and the taste of your blood.
The golden wheat replaced by the golden ichor in your veins.
What gold do I need when I am rich with you on my palate?
My jaw burns with the need to bite
They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you
but I like being tamed, and you like putting me where I belong
so when you treat me like I’m nothing I can only focus on the heat in my core
because in my heart I know that I’m everything to you
For what is a Goddess without their only worshipper?
I want it all, the beautiful and the ugly, the merciful and the ruthless
because if I don’t, how can I say that I love you?