I Won’t Bite

You must let your outermost self crumble away

You will cry out in fear, but offer me a bouquet

of foxglove, lobelia, wolfsbane

and asphodel. Next, in the rain

find my husk veiled in the unknown

and drip your blood over my stone.

If your blood sinks, you'd best run without aim.

Baby, beg me for mercy; praise me by name.

I pick you up delicately, careful not to claw your back as you bleed out from your neck.

You smile and look up with loving eyes; I drop you hard, and you make a beautiful noise.

Whether dead or alive, I have no desire to check.

Moonlit, you smile wildly and walk away with poise.

Only then, in your vulnerable, ruined defeat,

do you find the true nature of a being you once desperately desired to meet.