Oh mad world-
you want to chew me up
and spit me out
so badly
and I am tempted,
I cannot deny
the heady scent of your
hot saliva,
dripping, steaming
calls out to something in
my blood,
something salty
red and present which
only wants to be devoured.
It’s just that-
there’s another urge
an urge for singularity,
an urge for peace.
I’ve been through
the wringer once already
you see,
and I’m tentative now
because I know
how far I can be scattered-
between your teeth
my skin
would be scarred to tatters,
like it was before
and so I hesitate
before stepping up,
once again,
to join the fray.
Will those sharp teeth wait?
Will that panting breath
be pacified
by a foot dipped
into the shallows-
a kiss blown from a
closed mouth-
a wink?
Mad new world 