In the dark,
A whispered laugh,
At what an animal I am,
Using you to ascend to a peak of
Shuddering release
Nothing but appetite
And the promise of release
It was cold and dark outside,
Felt the soft warmth of you,
On an edge I couldn’t wait to leap from
Down into the blissful sky of myself
So, if I am an animal,
I accept the observation,
With all it entails
A sweet, feral burden
Which I impose upon you.
MB Blissett 