Consumed by Love

I'm assuming Ruby is routinely savage,
Not insane. She has such wicked-looking
Teeth. She said that I should come
For dinner. Without thinking, I agreed,
But now I wonder whether she will feed
Me, or I'll be the food. The men who've
Been her lovers seem to disappear, or so
They say, and, once, when we were in the
Woods, she bit my ear. She bit it hard,
And, afterward, she looked at me, and
Said she liked my taste. I try to see the
Good in things, and, surely, Ruby's sunken
Eyes, and sable hair, and pallid skin
Are good. I like them close to me,
But, come the morning, if she feeds me,
If I live, I'll have to ask myself again if
Ruby's simply savage, or insane.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-01-28 at 12:39

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