Fed

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,
desire’s flesh.
I am devoured,
black and blue.
I am empty body.
I am future prey
for soaring covetous love.
I am surrounded.

And you
are circling vulture.
And you
are yearning hunter.
And you
consume,
destroy,
feed.

© Laura A. Lord, 2020


Thank you to MindLoveMisery for the prompt.

15 thoughts on “Fed

  1. MR666666

    เมื่อ พ. 15 ก.ค. 2563 เวลา 21:13 Laura A. Lord เขียนว่า:

    > LauraALord posted: “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 o” >

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  2. Deep poetic message Laura A. Lord. Your poetry is highly aggressive in sexual content. I read and I see the expressive connotations of intercourse and what you are speaking. I am now your follower. Become my follower as well.

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