Room 4

«I love your nose
And those little veins
You’ve got around the nostrils»
There my hunger is home
«Stroke me, Fab» and I stroke
Rib by rib…
I descend towards it
And stop
And melt
«I'm a coward», while
Among our four legs
It’s a dark
Choir of flesh
And
Hairy sighs
Push my
Head into
Your skull
And seed into my mouth
The solution to this
Riddle we’ve become lately
«Leave your boyfriend
Leave your job»
«I love your eyes
The way your iris and pupil are not concentric:
Let me wake up each day before them"