The Hunt

Catch of the day, feast of the night:

Undress me first with your eyes,

then with your thumbs.

I am flaming red; siren and shotgun.

I come with a warning:

I want you broken

but never twice. 

If I were a feature 

on the discovery channel, 

I’d be the untamed cosmic creature 

with a big bold appetite.

Best observed in the gullet 

of the dark, pupils as wide 

as a ravenous midnight sky.

I can smell the blood 

of a wounded man

from twelve towns down. 

Always on the prowl, 

hungry for a cut of shoulder blade, 

the split of rib,

and the entirety of 

his beating 

heart.