It goes deeper than the words
exchanged that singe our senses,
the ones that begin with a tease
and gradually sink into places
no others own the coordinates to.

Deeper than the sting I groan from
when your nails drag down my back,
soothed by the tender kiss following
the most visceral mark you can make.

It's deeper proof that lust is
by far the most persistent animal,
a beast that can flare jealousy
and wither the face of what we know.

And I cast away the old vessel,
show you the lupine hunger,
the instinct to salivate during
the hunt you've awakened.

It goes deeper than species,
we're all predatory at times
or primed for the taking,
prey that aches to be ensnared.

Maybe it's the animal in me when
what I can't feel in my heart
is crushed with my hands.

It goes deeper than a touch
growing from feather light
to hands turned possessive,
wanting to keep you all to myself
while knowing that you may not
be mine beyond this secret moment.

Deeper beyond the universe
waking up in your lonely eyes,
or the stardust in your kiss
when I was just a lone particle
enveloped in supernova.

It's deeper proof that I returned
as a much more persistent animal
than the sweetness you knew
and once seemed to so admire.

I never once lost those coordinates,
that place became a wolf inside,
soothed by the tender kiss
following the most primal mark
I can make when releasing inside you.

It goes deeper than eruption,
to claim and be so claimed,
to singe in ways that are felt
long after the blaze has dimmed.

Maybe it's the animal in me when
what I can't feel in my heart
is crushed with my hands.

It always goes much deeper
than what lust turns us into.