my love for you is like a rippling beast of the jungle
reclining in languid aspect among the high grasses of the veldt
licking from its hideous maw the scraps and remnants
of a raw, bloody breakfast of carnality.
See it stretch to its full terrifying length,
its yawn exposing a jagged cavern of flesh-tearing finality
as it lets out a groaning, echoing roar
eloquent
of this love that I have.
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