“Latch” by Hadara Bar-Nadav

I sense the metal
of you and gush

under your clamp. A crushing dream,
blistering pulse. Salty pressure
beating the blood between lipped
implements. The god-hold.
Holy seal. A lunatic’s zeal,
unseverable. Carnivorous, you wrest
my will, pry my glandular
affection. I break my own
neck to see your fatted face
erased by hunger, obscured
by the lavender

gravity of the moon. Both of us vanishing
in parts. I am siphoned
by the ounce, claimed: udder,
meat, meal. Airlessly you lock
and pull. Your mouth
all steel.