Birds circled overhead.

They can smell it too.

The carcass I stole for you.

And if you, like the vultures, want to pick at my skin and flesh,

I’ll decay quickly, quickly like the development of our passion.

My mind conjures a thousand dreams of you a day, I’ve lusted for you a millennium.

If you want to tear me, pull down the skin strangling me, so be it.

You will be the only one to see my face, the red under.