Roba da Bikers

curl your hands around my heart  squeeze dig your nails into its flesh  rip it open like a pomegranate  staining your fingertips with the mess of it  fill your mouth with my arils bite into me and chew and chew my desire bursting across your tongue my suffering pooling at the corners of your smile my desperation grinding between your teeth abandon your propriety and gorge like the starving animal you are  tarnish yourself with my longing crimson from the foolish need I’ve grown overripe and fermenting on the bough devour it  devour me until you, too, are slavering glutted and intoxicated by my moldering spirit

@dorywhynot has painted a stunning watercolor painting based on this poem which you can purchase a print of here.