Circus Animals (Poem)

I am her,

taking another step out onto the wire,

a tightrope walking predator,

with bells on my collar,

as I balance on my desire,

like a bear on a ball,

a hunger,

uncontrolled,

a malnourishment,

that comes only because

I have been the lion,

and leapt through those

fiery rings,

and the circle,

it burns,

burns,

burns

for the feast of flesh,

to slip hungry lips along

the slope of hips,

the crooks of knees,

the smooth,

soft,

pillow of a belly,

the sanctuary between thighs,

the curve that crawls its way from the valley

of the lower back,

down,

down,

down...

...it makes of me,

a creature

a tiger at the circus,

following the whip,

growling as I cum

to you all sharp tooth

and dangerous claw,

purring.

bvk, 2021.