Starving
love is craving,
It is teeth sinking into flesh, red bloom
it is hunger that never quiets
you don’t understand—
i don’t want to hold you,
i want to split you open,
taste your trembling,
lick the salt from your ribs
and make a home inside your chest.
if love is gentle, then i do not love
i want you raw, want you broken,
want your breath hitching under my palms
as i carve my name into your bones
want you scream my name
as i suck you dry