I lick her throat
pulse and pulse I taste her
pull & bite at sinew, cartilage 
fleshy lips, an ear.
       —Scent and I growl!

mmBurst of giggles!
mmlooks away, throws hair of fire
mmand innocence in my face.

As rib by rib I rip her to pieces
and having quenched hunger
scatter bones & flesh across sacred ground
to fertilize my seed.

                                    —big sur, california 
                                    —17 november 95