domesticated ferality
hiding a stuffed animal
for your cat to find
in the night
to present the kill the next day
melting into the soft sweetness
of midnight phone calls
and intimacy
in separate beds
naked boy running
through morning stillness
disturbed
by the smell of flowers
the itch
the need
to taste blood
to destroy something
while tucked under polite covers
you pushing deep inside of me
leaving bruises
tucking me in sweetly
or letting me fall asleep
in your arms
(matching pillows confuse me more than this)
