we’re suffering because of blind wanderers 

and why are you still tempting me
with charmed and syrupy ways
trying to pull me inside
those damp and carnivorous holes
where tender little things
are stalked and hunted for play
and chewed over and over
in fat greasy lips with gold covered teeth
’til nothing’s left
but dry baggy breasts and tird yellow eyes
when all I’m want’n to do
is to feed the hungers there begging inside you
and to warm dark rooms
where you hurrying to dress for tomorrow

and while you’re sliding deeper
down into unmarked beds
letting pale yellow stains
become your sacred name
the slobbering mouth of a preying flesh
is slowly swallowing all of you
along with some of me

is slowly swallowing all of you . . .
along with some of me

Copyright © 1992 Asili Ya Nadhiri