stalking heat

a poem

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

“The type of kisses where teeth collide…” — Alex Turner

mid-pounce —

and already i feel her
teeth of tingling death
and furred static
sinking in

already i feel
blood ooze from
necks left bulging like
baby giraffe turned
jungle chew toy

already i’ve felt
these chiseled jaws
clamp in nightmares
sultry with the sweat
of amazon rain

already, in eternities
eager with matted paw
and sabered tooth,
she’s alighted
upon me

already,
and infinitely,
i’ve fallen prey
to her