The Wendigo and the Incubus
I only wanted to know the taste of your lips
Now bits of you are stuck in my teeth
–in my bones—
In my chest and I can’t get out
From the first, dug in my thorns
My love like kudzu vines—or, like poison ivy
Burning you, turning you, inside out
Got lost in your frozen wasteland,
Snow-blind,
I pulled you close for warmth
Pine sharp in our lungs
Bonfire in the distance, sparks singeing skin
You, wrapped up in me like a cocoon
Your heat, your flesh
One taste—all it takes;
Starvation, hunger,
I gave in and consumed you
So you could consume me
Hold me under the snow;
My sweet; let me drown in you
I am anchored by my lover’s weight,
Draped in ocean blue and blood red
The beast is growing.
Clawing its way out
Protrusions of ivory, of obsidian,
Tearing through a man’s skin and emerging
Something:
Horrible.
Beautiful.
Mine.
My ravenous lover
If I eat you alive
Will pick my bones clean?