The Blood & The Bones

there are some days
when I will kiss your throat
but many more
where I will wish to tear it out
when there is too much quiet
too much standing still
this animal
that lives inside
will start a riot
to taste blood
to stop pretending to be gentle
these mundane circles of feigning
delicacy and obedience
is not enough
delicious primal rage in my marrow
I crave chaos
because I understand
the freedom
that lives in it
I was forged
from it’s dissonance
from turmoil
from lust
I found who I was really was
beside me
born from darkness too
you also know it best
and so you fuck me
like the beast I am
until the need for violence
quiets again

the blood
& the bones