They say beauty is in the eye,
So, eat the I that beholds you,
Canines and molars sink
Into marrow and bone,
Crushed; powder, blood rust
Mashed to crimson pulp so savory,
Bathing an obsessive tongue
Wriggling in starved need
For an awed and curious audience;
Behold, flesh, gargled and swallowed--
Ahhh…
Nothing speaks like murdercide,
Bodies entangled in question:
Are you food, or are you sex?
I, Cannibal, devour with the oculus
Plates full of meat, sensual sways,
Glances of sin.
We growled, not our stomachs.