With The Back of My Hand:

Or, “A Hannibal Kind of Lust”

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I love you so much that

I’d like to Eat You Alive.

And then wipe your blood off of my mouth

with the back of my hand

that still has

chunks of your hair and scalp

threaded through my fingers.

And later,

after I burp up your digestive juices,

I’ll sleep more soundly

than I ever have before.

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Photo credit: Catalin Pop. Thank you!

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