I am blood thirsty.
So where are you?
Scenting
Consenting
Love bites
For life forced
Through pulsating veins
Satiating corporeal gains
Claim from game hunted -
You can't
Refuse the arrow,
Not for some
St Sebastian martyr.
You become me
And I you
Hunt Hunted
Bunt Bunted
Cant Canted
Rut Rutted
Beast.
Sinking incisors
into flesh -
Playing with your command.
You tear me
into
a willing offering.
