There is that beast again
		   wearing your name
	       driving animal blood
			through a human form
	                          racing
                                to burst out of flesh

	(such sweet blood)
I could absolve you
                         just by licking it from my hands;
                     I cup my hands,
                                         you fill them, 
                                    and fill them again

and you become 	
	a horizon,
        I am shaping you,
                   but you stretch out, become  
            far greater  
than my reach

	creating you,
     the art and deadly challenge:
		tear away, with my teeth
	everything you are not.

	There is that beast again
I know it by name
	It wants 
	      warm animal blood

	on my lips.