The Blood & The Bones

We don’t fuck ..

.. or make love

Instead, he consumes me.

Pulling me in as if I am the last of all things..

Each time devouring completely..

.. as though sliding into me is the long awaited nourishment he longed for through the barren winters that were the gaps of my presence.

As if being near me, inside me, sustains his very existence.

He takes me and tastes me, sinking his teeth into my very being like the first kill after a long winter of hibernation. The first drink from an oasis in desolation.

And as he guts me with his desperate hunger, he proves that I am the only body that satisfies, tearing me apart each time we collide and writhe in ecstasy.

In turn, I too feel alive and all-consuming. As if he does not only want me but ardently needs me. He gives me life as I fortify his.

When I am with him it is never just sex or just love or just anything ..

It is a thing we seek, that we hunt..

A vital part of surviving.

the blood
& the bones