how long
must I feed you
past gongs
your midnight rings true
caressing prongs
catch skin and you
won't leave me to hemorrhage myself clean

in the sink
where I drip
all the cadence
I forget

convergence of moon and stars behind her black
wedding of ancient foes cervine and pack
mixing deadlines and wicked attacks
going til twisted joints break with snaps

how will the thrill dry on your gums

how long
must I feed you

effortless feast can't still taste so sweet

past gongs
your midnight rings true

must cavities be the thing that saves me

caressing prongs
catch skin and you

were I to rot my meat might claim you

all the rough ravage past savage divide
the hunger an ocean you swum to climb
and honest I go best when sails can rise
but lonely I know these tales won't suffice
when my beat sets meter of your meal tonight

oh sweet teeth
won't you leave me to hemorrhage myself clean