I once met a woman
So proud of her own flesh, she fed it to her lover
Never mind the slices of skin missing, bloody fingers
He deserves all of me – she offered
As if the red could forgive a thirst like his
I wonder if I will ever feed a hunger so raw,
I'm willing to bare my bones.
Will I ever find a lover so in love with my soul, he devours
It whole and consumes me?