Ignorant Bliss

who would want to know
they love a taboo
instead of thriving
in the ignorance with bliss

i am one such bliss
which coddles each one of
my lovers; every breathing
masculine thing to the end

their scent awakens the primal
but still i find the sweetest musk
i anticipate the ecstasy
in tasting their awaiting flesh

"don't play with your food,"
momma said
"love them. it keeps the babies warm."
attachment is everything

human men are perfect
their temperature, their taste, even their resilience
our babies relish in their delicious cores
their screams are lullabies.