you dug your
fingernails in succulent
hearts and devoured
them like grapes red
dribbling down your
teeth that you smear
across your chin and
your lover he cries for
barbarity is where your
hunger thrives you
ache for the subtle
distress it's lacking a
little interest the love
letters a sour promise that
leave you tantalised with
a bitter aftertaste metallic
like the tang of blood against
razor like tongues heavy like
the rocks you filled his
pockets with hasty like
the way you nudged
him down the rain
slicked ledge and down
the river and stayed
awake till the gurgles slowly
went silent but don't
confuse the taciturn
nights for victory he
still watches you when
lights go off in gambling
rooms and all you see is
the passive moon