 This is called my hunger poem. Please eat this cut of meat. Eat your fill, your will of me, your eyes, such kind knives. I ask you this so vulnerably. My heart is a lion, a labyrinth, a liar. I got matadors and griffin doors and sphinxes within it. And depending on the time of day or shade of thunder's gray, how the rain drums or how recently I've come. My monsters and beasts spare their throats or their teeth or their tits. My heart's a mosh pit, red light's all lit. Sometimes too much salted grit, other times so wired. Babe, I'm a vampire, searching for love in the internal organs of a morning dove. Bothered and hot, this blaze can't stop. Mothered as it is in the belly of a screaming teapot. Make my stove groan until I moan, growl, purr, or snarl from horrible to humdrum. Me a bat cave at dawn. Speak sweet words to me and I'll blossom so good. I'll swoon a smoky wood. A wolf cocked at dusk with her mouth full of blood. Other times, at first light, I fight, raging the seas and the inner seas of my knees. Oh, what cutting winds, all these ego things. I'm a bad bitch and I like to fuck. And it's not a fucking problem, though it makes my shadow long and wrong. Makes me draw dragons. My hungry, hot mouth that widens this far south. I leave love notes in your lair because I care, because loss is my nightmare. I hope we'll grow as intertwined as stacks of lies or slices of apple in a cheddar cheese crust pie. I'm sorry for the love we've lost and the blood we've seared, but fuck the fear. I'm a woo you with finger tattoos and bed cover croons, seduce you under the full moon, ask you to kiss me in the street like a romantic geek. Please tinder my fire so tender. Please tender my tinder like wire so supple drink my butter, it's tight. My sauce is no bark, just a bite. Get me smeared, my wood ache disappeared, wet my sauce deep in your beard. This love like teetering ledges, this Katie Bird dragon has soft wings with sharp edges, this terrible gnashing, this hunger. Our two worlds are crashing, this whirling jungle, this place we are waking makes me shake in the taking, your blood I am drinking. It winds down my throat, it is hot as it's snaking, this dream we are making. Please eat this cut of meat. Eat your fill, your will of me. Your eyes such kind knives, you may break or cut or bruise me. Please so tenderly fry me. Eat me entirely.