Cannibal

Feed on me

Season me up like poultry

and don't be afraid to feed on me

Hang me up to the ceiling

Dominate me

Start a fire and place a pot

For my flesh boil

Bring the knife closer

I am your sacrifice

Under the blue moon

You will chop me up

And slowly dice me up as I endure the pain

I'm a masochist at heart

But you are a beast

And I am your feast

Skin me alive like Saint Bartholomew

And fill up a bucket with my blood

Be the animal you were born to be 

And rip me apart

Gnaw at my insides 

And drink from my veins

Find pleasure from this event

My body is your, go on and take it

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Wow. Powerful description and thoughts create visions of great need and uncontrolled want.
"Find pleasure from this event
My body is your, go on and take it"
You said enough to make the reader part of a interesting tale. I liked the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote