on moving in, breaking up/anthropophagy

the title of the first one is misleading. it's not actually about my break up at all, altho it is about moving in. the "old friend" is someone completely different, and the last line isn't even supposed to be meant romantically really. but i didn't know how to make the poem make sense to anyone else without either writing more information into it, or giving it a title that would offer a point for the reader to orient themself.

the second one, i really like parts of and really don't like parts of . and i really don't know how to judge of i pulled it off or not, because i've never written anything like that before. altho i did have fun looking up the title. ^^;



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on moving in, breaking up

nothing matters any more;
impressions fade;
old friends become merely old friends,
cherished, but no longer carrying the thrill of invasion.

the late evening sun soaks the sky
like last-ditch efforts to preserve the day:
a gentle, milky light
that’s good for good-bye’s,

while i wait
in a room that not yet my room
and dream of the long lashes, dark eyes of the future.


. . . . .


anthropophagy

i want to open myself up for your buffet--
let you nibble on my fingers for hors d’oeuvres,
moving slowly inwards as your appetite pleases,
munching through bone
as i grow cold.

i am ready to devoured--
a quick snack between your teeth--
become subsidence for someone else’s life,
fill someone else’s stomach...

i want to let you pick your teeth with my fingernails,
admiring the display before you:
creamy skin pulled back delicately
from the butcher’s incision,
hair spread like garnish.

breasts, heart, liver disposed of,
ribs cracked and gnawed,
i'll become, comfortably, the hollow places
that once were flesh,
the growling in your stomach.