Inexplicably

I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.

Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.

My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.

Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.

Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That has been allowed meals
Far more pleasant.
I will not be pleasant.

But I will be memorable.