Soft carnivore, soft as an egg: <br />Eat me, as if I were your cousin, a gymnast in your mouth: <br />See me going my way deep inside you, <br />Nourishment to burn you against the snow: <br />Put me as a fire in your brown abdomen: <br />Help me be the fleshy carpenter to grow your house <br />A little: <br />A grape on a vine for a fox: a fire for a moth: <br />Let me give the surplus of my body to your beating heart: <br />Devour me, picking me out especially from the supermarket: <br />Here, I am, right legged- dancing, <br />Calling your attention, if not your love: <br />You said you loved me, but your feigned your advances <br />Toward my door: and the windmills blew steadily, <br />Exaggerating the satanic lips, <br />But I do not hope for your love, anymore: but to be devoured <br />By you, to be incinerated by your insatiable existence, <br />To disappear in the bonfires of your fleshy store.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bonfires-of-your-fleshy-store/
