Like a kite,
I am carnal,
In nature
Desiring only,
The freshest of flesh,
Of which to dip my curved beak
Unto.
Just as you reach
For skin to hold against yours,
To touch,
To know you are not alone, but conjoined
The turn you make from your pillow,
Shows as the invisible grasp,
To my neck,
Everything made by breath,
And what is in between.
Animalistic I am,
And I see you this way too,
We roar, roar, roar
In daylight
Until night
When everything is still, settled, sleeping,
Softly humming,
Lay.
In the deep grueling darkness,
I then hold you once again, wrapped close
around one long curved finger,
You, in my claw.
