her heart is a thoroughbred, you carnify it,
taste its juices, sweet and sour and
reminiscent, would you know it if it
killed you? would you know
the truth? in my eyes, premiere, and in
her carnal carnivorous heart,
she places you
somewhere i can't think of,
i can't imagine, what would you
do?
(nothing, i suppose, you love her,
flaws and all, whether she eats you alive
or not, not that she will, i mean,
she's a vegetarian now,
am i right?)