92/365 : hungry

i wanna know if you'll meet me
lick the sweat off my neck
taste my expression of sex
in the dark red tent of
a million dancing prayers

if you stay long enough
my ass will rattle
and you will know like any
sage prey
exactly how many moments
before your sight slips away
swallowed whole by the
snake of my hunger

try--try to say something
with your hands
on my harvesting hips

my listening works like this:
if i feel you lift my fear
all the while waking my hunger
i know you are safe
to devour

but don't worry
i savor
the rare meat
licking from the base
of the bone
to the tip of the crone
grateful and shameless,
i feast