Hibernation

The depths of my hunger
Prey no omniscient limit
Upon the sanction of aether,
Or divine interventions
For a bruised psyche to linger

You could have your
Pound of rancid flesh
Plump and decadent,
Right as you devoured
Near the rivers swell and cold

The illicit fruit
Shines through embryonic petals, 
An emasculated odour
Printed in sublime repetition
For the alkaline winters

And I have
All of my flesh etched in you,
Words unkempt, skin in thread
My blood and sweat
Within you