Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Nude Zoo

I want to touch you. 
Graze your naked porcelain skin,
with my rough hands. 
But that's against the rules, playing with the prey. 

I want to trace your protruding bones 
and feed you scraps of meat. 
Yet the child in your eyes 
is begging to be put down. 

But I am only then zookeeper,
not the hunter. 
Watching over you
until the monster emerges 
with chew toys and chains,
guilty pleasures dripping from his jaw. 

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