Blurring the Differential
God sent the devil to deal with Eve and so my lower jaw unhinges,
------------an instinctual prep for eating the living or
swallowing desire whole.
In front of me she dangles my skin which has been shed without
------------my knowing or perhaps caring...to feel
only a kiss as I self cannibalize,
my limbs melting into a hot, sleek torso. Who needs constraints?
------------Who needs snake metaphors, when I live for
the hiss or should I say bliss?
My blood is excavated through hers and diverts into powerful
------------currents underneath leather skinned mores,
more reptilian than human or half-human.
I am broken with longing or maybe with passion disguised venom.
------------Can will power be reduce to a worm inside
the apple's mealy resistance?
Eating the good seed never tasted better as I am downed, or am I the
------------one gulping for her indigestible scale, my slit tongue
massaging her body brail for weakness?