She was an Asian Venus,
rising from the snow on skis.
I was paralyzed by the sight of her.
Little did I know,
that behind those soft brown eyes,
lives a barracuda with barbed teeth,
who locked her jaws,
on my tender flesh,
and refuses even now,
to ever let me go. [...]
She conjures food
in six languages
and listens to Beethoven,
But beneath the silk and perfume,
there's a savage,
who squats by the fire
and eats with her hands.
A primal beast,
who devours life piecemeal,
on a daily basis,
leaving me,
a pile of well gnawed bones,
content with being ravaged
one more time.