Intruder

I am younger than insult.

My hard body soaks in salt water.
If you like it, I will bottle it,
a beautiful, gentle tea.

I smell steady. Like a brief cut
across my fingertip fades,
so will this scent. Let me package it.
Let me blush while you reach for
my confessions,
let my heart run a rabbit’s run.

Touch my breath,
intruder! Take me as a stranger,
open legged;
a boiling black tea.

I gracefully apologize.
This is me.

Spread Your Life For Me

Raw behind the rib cage
bulging
ready!

Jaw extended
– attack –
to tear flesh
to expose
protected
delicate
four-chambers

for consummation

thick
red
life
quenches desire
for life to resume

thick
red
life
spreads itself across
empty
longing

a blanket
for a barren
wasteland

for nothing more
than
a
product

of a Hoarder and
an Unprotected
Heart.