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
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Author's Note: So, um, sometimes poetry goes unexpected places. This went there. I was going to sit on this one for a bit, but I'm just going to go ahead and post it (before I second guess myself).
This poem was written in reponse to the prompt "Beautiful Nightmare" from @introspectivemind.
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