animalistic tendencies

are we but earthly creatures, beasts and straw dogs?
subsumed by a cycle - are we savages who bite
when pushed, and slice through love with our carnal lust?

can we unwind? unravel the bind between love and disgust?
the physical impulse of sweat and scratched chests,
as i find clumps of hair in my hands afterwards, and wonder,

where did that come from?

in those kinks of ink black hair i grasp traces of darkness,
i grow claws when you are near, enjoy the fur and teeth
of beneath, and twinkle-smile at my sexual aggression.

i see forests and sinister, crackling branches as home -
a place to make your body my own
for a molten moment.

i delight in the reflection of vicious teeth
dipped in stringy saliva, not sure if they're yours or mine,
but i share your desire for soft flesh to sink them in.

all i can visualise are
dead rabbits dragged in by the cat,
but who's going for whose jugular, i ask?

i tear at your hair like the banshee i am
and howl, a whirling dervish of
extremity, exalted for the present
in teeth-baring depravity.