“You talk about how you wish to be taken apart by me Soft hands turn skin red and pant you beautiful hughes of blues To make you mine and do as I wish You communicate it as unaware of what power you hold over my hands and teeth To bite you would make me but a dog Untrained Broken and in need of restraint Did you mother not teach you not to feed strays as they will come back expecting more You give me access to flesh like I am not starved of it But like most mutts I don’t know