Adored gestures follow
tender advances
to which she complies
and a fortress beckons
Lights guide this vacant craft
I am skin stretched over flesh
I endure cleft voices
I eat the bones when fresh
I am the beholder
I make them free
I hold the door for her
And I 'am’' your god now
It hates being flayed
Flinching at cold steel
Things treated like delicacy
While it cowers and abhors
I enjoy the vital removal
It loses as I ardor