The jugular

I go for the jugular when you least expect.

I jump from the shadows into your personal space.

I terrify.

I invade your person without a shred of regret.

Your slaps, your jeers, your screaming, I take it all as foreplay.

I sink my teeth.

Your blood spills.

Sweet sticky blood.

Emotion. Fear. Regret.

Eyebrows raised:

why do you have regret?

I don’t. life is for the living.

I move to your fireplace, court dying embers of flame.

The shadows dancing on the wall,

they transfuse the meaning behind the meaning of the words I mumble

between mouthfuls of you.

Do you love me still?

I am encased in ivory, embalmed in earth.

Behind the ivory prowls my restless soul;

so eager, so impatient- a lion in a cage.

Do you watch him too?

He needs release, as do you.

The confines of this material existence is soon so tiring.

Do you feel it too?