Venus
My love is carnivorous,
a hungry, toothless maw.
You gnaw your leg
like a trapped raccoon
in this limping race
of freedom against digestion.
No matter which of us bites,
I salivate.
~~~
This was tough.
My love is carnivorous,
a hungry, toothless maw.
You gnaw your leg
like a trapped raccoon
in this limping race
of freedom against digestion.
No matter which of us bites,
I salivate.
~~~
This was tough.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
