You are hungry, carnivorous talons
twisting into the small spot
here, at the base of my spine –
a nerve block dressed up like friend.
And I am gentle, swaying carcass.
I am lust’s skirt slit up the thigh.
I am voodoo hip bones
tattooed illustrations of omens to come.
I am perched on the edge of your tongue,
slumped against the sharp edge of your beak.
I am one casual wipe with strong hands
across your lips,
a stain along your cheeks.
I am aching feathers,
I am devoured,
black and blue.
I am empty body.
I am future prey
for soaring covetous love.
I am surrounded.
are circling vulture.
are yearning hunter.
© Laura A. Lord, 2020
Thank you to MindLoveMisery for the prompt.