Taste Poem by Joan Hart

You devoured me
Your teeth sinking in, sharp
Like needles
Ripping my flesh
Quickly,
Messy.
Swallowing the jagged scraps
Whole -
Untasted,
Unchewed.
Until
There was nothing left,
Until
You had your fill.
Then you looked up hungrily,
Desire dancing
In the black beads of your eyes,
A greedy plea
For more

You ate
To fill.
For nothing more
Than the act of chewing,
Of swallowing.
Not for the taste
No, you never stopped
To taste.
I may as well been
A plate of meat,
Raw and faceless
Sitting in your stomach
A dumb weight
You carried around

I reject such an existence;
Even though you never noticed
Ravage animal that you were -

I Taste.