loving you is cannibalism

“What is a greater expression of love than eating someone else or wanting to consume and have that person in a way no one else can have?” ~ Dr. Nicola Welsh Burke

I’ve always felt that cannibalism is our default setting. Society just forced us to pretend our hunger is tenderness. But when I look at you, the instinct rises — sharp, ancient, unfiltered.

Sometimes the emotions you stir in me are too much for my tongue to shape into words, so my body chooses the older language, the one made of teeth and want. I want to bite you. I want to leave my teeth in your skin just so you know, without misunderstanding, that my desire for you is bigger than my restraint.

I read that “a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism” and I agree because when I kiss you, my mind dissolves and logic evaporates. All I want is your tongue in my mouth, your breath in my lungs, your warmth pressed against me until oxygen becomes optional and you become necessary. I want you to map out the crevices of my mouth till you know them as well as you know yours.

When I see someone else look at you the way I do I want to sink my teeth into your neck, look them dead in the eye, and say: this one is mine.

And when I open up for you, all I want is for you to consume me. Take what you need. Feed until you’re full. Feed until I’m trembling. And then let me take you apart the same way. Until we’re not two people anymore but one creature with one appetite.

Because when people look at you, they shouldn’t see you or me — they should see us. The merging. The aftermath of the devouring.

You devour me every day anyway. My thoughts, my breath, my emotions, everything echoes back to you.

If I can’t tear you open just to taste you from the inside, then baby, let me carve a space in your chest and live there. Let your veins spell my name and your muscles ache when I’m gone.

Let me taste your laughter, your pain, your dreams, your frustrations. Every flavor that makes you, you.

And under all of it — the hunger, the obsession, and the craving — lies my simplest desire: I want to belong to you. I want to love you and be loved by you, so completely, that nothing in the world could ever come between us.

You make me a cannibal for you.

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