AT THE PRIMAL STAGE

At the Primal Stage

First there was her,
The thudding of her blood.
He heard it
But does not remember.
A summons
Prodding him
Ever incisive
To make the passage
From there to here.


Then the passage itself
And the cord tight
The head swollen
The pincer thighs
Willing to crush
The monstrous thing.

After a day and a night
The host swooned
Then woke to hard loathing.
The thing squealed
A raging need.
Hunger for life.

So much for love
At the primal stage.