I want to peel his skin back, and eat it like the meat of a grape

In the cool light, I want to peel his skin back And eat it like the meat of a grape In the heat summer, I’m painted, red as Cardinal And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy At the summit of hysteria He holds me by the sinew And bends it till I break Numb on the skin’s landing - Head had me like a dog Trodden on the fiber of loving I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing