Carnifex

My reflections on a woman I met at a dinner date.

Undercut to perfection, prime youth.
Holes poked at random
to gauge the temperament,
a violet shade of
black, blue and blonde.
Flushed with excitement as
blood seeps onto the dinner plate,
such a premium cut body!
The meat out of mind
suspended in private kitchens, disguised
as entertainment
bled onto my plate.
I'm unsure of this under-done meal...
Raw life, no hope
I'd call for a cheque, but
the chef is a friend
and my date was his well-oiled dish.
A prime undercut youth,
holes poked at random
to discern the direction
in which I should cut.
I suppose I'll close my eyes
and eat this bloody meal.