beautiful boy

at the head of your bed
she is praying;
a faint whisper—

touch her
stain her dress
lick the back of her teeth

at the head of your high table
she serves you;

peaches,
oysters,
chickpeas,
cherry tart—

a beating heart

my beautiful
beautiful boy

won’t you slice this heart
in half

my beautiful
beautiful boy

won’t you consume this flesh
for me?

slice the heart,
color red drips
from the tissue
to your knife
from the knife,
to your hands

tastes like perfume,
alcohol
last sip of dark
spiced wine,
each drop a bittersweet
echo of laughter lost,
unripe fruit—

still pumping blood

touch her again,
stain her dress
with the blood
of her former lover

lick the back of her teeth—
she recognizes the taste

my beautiful,
beautiful boy

you made me cry,
touch me like a man

encircled by
condensed void,
wild

maniacal—

a tender heart,
in an animalistic avarice

his shattered stare—

my beautiful
beautiful boy

you ate the whole
heart by yourself

my beautiful
beautiful boy

i can still hear
her heartbeat
inside of you

at the head of your bed
she is praying;
whispering—

the name of
a woman