The Poetry Project

Tasting Cthulhu

       I let you in
           imagined shadows
                         into hollows,
               dark tunnels in dark corners
                                                 and, oh,

     how you hover
           tethered
   to my sternum
         by thread as invisible
     and sticky
              as spider silk,
                        orbiting
      in the name of centrifugal force

                    your body is
     
           grasping tentacles grasping,
                  tiny suckers
    leaving a trail of

                             o, o, o, O, O, Os

     along calf, forearm, stomach

            your body
  weaves a cocoon, a chrysalis
               into which I curl
    enraptured by
           each
      snake-like
                 movement
           of muscle
    beneath your cool scales

                               so what

         if your tongue
   rasps
            like sand paper,
          removes layers of skin,

       I hope
            my blood
  is sweet
              as longing
           as heartache
       as loneliness lingering
               in the twilight hours
             between
   night and day and day and night

        I will sit
  in the abyss
            of your belly, taste
      the wet of your organs,
                        lick the vitreol
                 from your veins,
        suck on your marrow,
    gnaw, chew, eat
                    you
             from the inside
                                  out

 become
             the devourer
             of the devourer

                       how long,
           how long
can we make a game of
                                   ourboros,
          each consuming the other
 in a pirouette of ravenous hunger
            a whirling vortex of
        we ingesting we