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{a litany of love has no need for response} jessica buck When I love you, when I will love you, when I will really love you… I will take you. Brutal chunks from your neck. Flesh off your back, sweet insides of your thighs, and I will eat you I will chew you and I will swallow you but not whole. (Though I dream about carrying you around in my belly) Whole. But not whole, You. In masticated pieces. And I will leave most of you to grow back like a starfish. Your skin imprinted with the story of my strange affection… my affliction and I would be judicious in my selection. (of how much of you to eat) "this is your body" (I would say unto you) I will eat of it and become whole. "this is your blood" (I would say unto you) I will drink of it and become whole. And you may be the valley, But I, am the shallow breathing shadow of death who lies upon you. Who wishes to lie upon you with force. Biting away at you. chewing. gnawing. sucking. All the love, suckling all the love, and swallowing it down. And I am the power and the glory because you were my power and glory forever and ever. And I would eat my own children if I could stand to hear them cry, but I am too weak. So I will wait until I love you and than I will take you. |
