Precious to me,
a sweet gem I want to hold
in my mouth,
as though the honey of her
would dissolve,
as though she were
gold sugar.
I want to keep her
on my tongue
and taste her
always
—
and so I make
the cuts
as small
as possible
—
just a taste,
to last me always.
Tags:
blood,
cannibalism,
flesh,
fresh,
honey,
love,
poem,
poetry,
relationship,
sugar,
taste,
writing
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.