Thorns

I woke up with your flower in my teeth
again; it was warm coppery blood
thicker than promised honey as it
dripped off the rampant bloom.

I rolled velvet petals around in my
mouth; careful of poisoned thorns
cupping sweetness -- oh yes for they
stabbed me to feed it my blood.

I swallowed the flower whole this
time; what do I care for false pain
I have room in my mouth now to take
your skin between my ivory teeth.

I twist your hair in my selfish
hands; taking you until the animal
screams that it is time to devour
some primeval blossom again.