the stomach hungers for a body to swallow
tourniquet
halve, plum and core me
a pine tree above your rib
an acorn in your foot
i made a home in a red velvet mouth,
though sucking stained your lips cream
and me, cherry
truncate
cut and crate me
i was a stack of starving bones, white
with no marrow
but now i boil in your blood
