we frantic
for secretive places
a cave inlet, dim fire,
where we could claw
each other to pieces
like animals
love a distant scent,
all sweet conversation
make hunting spears
no word is meant
who preys whom
what brings us here
primitive echoes
assail our skins
habitual betrayers
ours, yours, bodies
some lurking thirst
of centuries digs its
claws into flesh
like animals
love a distant scent...
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 6:06 AM UTC
we frantic
for secretive places
a cave inlet, dim fire,
where we could claw
each other to pieces
like animals
love a distant scent,
all sweet conversation
make hunting spears
no word is meant
who preys whom
what brings us here
primitive echoes
assail our skins
habitual betrayers
ours, yours, bodies
some lurking thirst
of centuries digs its
claws into flesh
like animals
love a distant scent...
