I Call It Love

tireless libido,
timeless lechery,
tameless lust,
 
the alligator... "pussycat..." sheds its human masquerade
as razors... "milk-teeth..." sink viciously in malformed male breasts
and a primal growl... "meow..." peels skin away from boiling flesh.
 
"wow..." she cuddles against me,
"all this me?"
 
I look down at her,
scales and tails and fangs
reality invading my imagination
alongside with chrysanthemums budding inside her palms
and pelicans swimming in her eyes...
I shake my head wildly...
"is it a yes?" she asks,
"or a now?"
yes or now what?
I shake my head again
thinking to find a balance between the worlds
my horselike manner obvious in more than one way.
 
I feel the pussycat... "alligator..." start crawling above me
its milk-teeth... "razors..." sliding beneath the roots of my chest hairs
and its meow... "growl..." curdling the wine in my glass
before curdling the blood in my veins
as a forest of ten-digited lianas tangles our bodies
and the beasts war their bleeding passage into the calamity of calm
and of it's over.
 
"it's not over yet," the she-beast turns human for seconds
and rasps against me
licking the battered poppies away from our wounds
and readying the slaughter fields
for an encore
of Armageddon.