Little Red

You've never gotten past
saying hello and goodbye.
Hungry,
I cry
for a way to make
this bullshit last.
Your love tangled scent
like fingers in and out of my brain
caressing my stomach,
growling
in the rain

I will devour you whole.
Your soul
will barely know what hit you.
All I want to do
is kill the thoughts
where sure
uncertainty
lives.

Wolf
tormented
cry.
I ask you why
we've never gotten past
saying hello and goodbye.

5/10/2010