I love you in a way that could swallow the sun, 
With teeth bared, a hunger that's never undone. 
You fill every hollow, each crevice and seam, 
A feast for my craving, a banquet of dreams. 

I'd break you to pieces, bite down on your bones, 
Devour your sweetness, your marrow, your soul. 
But darling, I starve—your pulse I'll revere, 
For love that consumes is a love wrapped in fear.

— Cannibal , 10/7/24