Carnivorous Fruit

I am a carnivorous fruit, eating the stinging thing whole

Softening myself around an exoskeleton, becoming what could have been seen

Crawl into my lap, into my tenderness and dissolve here

I allow myself to be unassuming, I allow your life to pollinate my desire to nourish

I am here to hang heavy from bows and not worry about what has been lost

I’ve never met someone who likes a wasp, yet I don’t even use this as an excuse

I need no reason to feast on a life, I need only be open to my pit of desire

I need never to apologize for my nature, this is the synergy of life

I take you in, become more of myself that what you were

Can anyone blame me for being palatable? For being wanted?

Just let me hold you and I promise it will be gentle, soon you will be all seeds

Waiting to become something else hungry, while I wait to be cut open