I say, I promise I won’t do anything awful,
and he says, you are something awful,
but I’m keeping you anyway.
does that make me your bad thing? your wild
thing? something worth hunting across the county?
you want to kill me more than anyone else.
That’s what love is, baby.
I want you to fuck me like a colosseum. Love
me like a killing. Want me like a wild thing,
like Rome hunting every lion on the coast
of a continent. Call me Carthage, baby.
Leave a voicemail. All that
matters is that you want to hurt me.
All that matters is that you want me.
Say the word & I’ll burn for ten days.
It’s bloodsport. It’s a witching moon. It’s a
hunt through the woods with nothing to show
for it. You look like you’ve eaten the sun, like
you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.
You can have my heart if you have the stomach to
take it. Kiss me hard enough to invert me.
Draw a pail from the well & drink. Take a
part of a thing & claim the
whole of it, like a year of throwing spears into the
ocean & thinking Poseidon felt it.