Burning Love

Coughed up slowly, the heart struggles towards the tongue soon through the teeth and onto your fire. then it warms. But warmth is a false comfort. It causes the heart to harden cooks all my emotions, firmly. into a stiff bite that yields no excess water. That's what you said the night you gorged on the core of my love. My life. You called it tasteless. You, over whose fire I burnt. Look now, there's more you left on your plate. Can't you see the skin? Can't you smell the blood? Eat my darling. Your face tells me that you are still hungry.