Dear reader,

You ever wanted something so damn bad it disgusts you? Or have you ever been repulsed by how soon you’d sacrifice your very self-definition for a love that was requited? Like a wolf loves a lamb, could you will such a renunciation? And how unceasingly do you search for catharsis? Has your craving made you cruel, crazed and bloodthirsty, like some monster of love that can’t stop looking for some essence of a self that’s no longer recognizable? Or would you rather embrace your kitten-fleshed destiny to be devoured and undone by love?

You let yourself love reluctantly. Your desire is driven by an atrocious loneliness and its so personally terrible because the more you feed it, only that much deeper does the pit get. You are your passion’s first victim.

Safer then to love without telling a soul. True romance is terrifying. This kind of love ruins the lover. How dare you dare to love, or to be loved. Your love inflicts loss. Your love is addicting, a greedy addiction. Your love leaves a hole, a gaping wound that won’t close.

And you kiss me to drink me till you drain me till the very threshold of death. My colluding conscience says suck on this wound all you want. There is no scar, just an abyss full of whetted appetites. And still, you want more. In the morning you’re repentant, crying and praying for love’s redemption but by night your every need is to be split open, tasted and unbraided.

To embrace the lover is to let yourself be swallowed whole for all you’ve ever wanted is the bite. So taste me, my love, take me into your open jaw and let me live there. With your teeth, punctuate yourself into my skin. Devour my golden flower. Bite me till I bleed and we will be the scandal of sacrament. From my body into your body, our one body is the first bleeding baptism.

Every instinct orients you toward absorption. You love this vampire because as he digs into your flesh, as he ravages you, he feeds your need. It stings but still you stay. That need that never ends is what’s dangerous within. Love, then, is a complicated complicity. The lover comes close but you tremble with fear. But bound in a double bind you start salivating. Still, one of you won’t likely survive this sharp swallowing. These are foreign lands of love where dark things in the woods are watching in wait. The terror is in their irresistibility.