Sometimes you'll have
to give away the softest fat

still delicately knit to perfect bones

and let the eyes starve
to wink this insatiable longing.

Sometimes you'll settle
with the sour notes

of disgusting greens and weak broth.

To clench the primal body
born to whittle teeth

by grinding meat against the grain,

you have to let love
stomach its own kind of sacrifice.

Love, for what it's worth,

to a tender thing with vicious teeth,
what you are

is what you won't eat.

© Mav P.