Content Warning: Mention of blood
1.
You trace my body
Run fingers down the spine
Holding each piece
Like parts of a fig
Purple and veined in your lip
our bodies do not bend the same way
Mine tipped back at the spine
I am nowhere
But you still hold my body, so,
Delicately as to not bruise the fig
2.
Your hand across my throat
Like the legs of a spider
You wrap me in your iridescent coat
wrap me as you would a fly
Until all that is left is my figure etched in web
Silver against the dark and purple sky
starved eyes trace my body
Yearning for the veined and purple meat
The kind I hide under piles of velvet crimson sheets
soft as the blue ribbons of my wrists
You dig your fingers into the fig and I hiss
3.
You do not wish to marvel
Neither stay nor speak
Only unravel, the strands of the fig
The soapy guts of the fruit
You eat until your full
Then yell, give me another fruit!
You Chew the tuff skin
And grin a purple toothed grin
Juice drips down your chin
A sticky bloody sweet
Stuffed boy on the sheets