You Are Abominable Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

You Are Abominable

You are my yeti.
You are my beast.
I am your victim.
I am your feast.

Go ahead.
Eat me.
Gnaw on my flesh.
I’m tender as a fattened lamb.
I’m savory as a Himalayan hind.
I’m a meal fit for a monster,
If that is what you are.

But that is not how I see you.
Of course, I may be snow blind.
I may be a trusting fool
Climbing this mountain sans sherpa,
Sure of my inner compass,
Trusting in my inner guides.

Tramping through the pristine snow,
I came upon your lair.
Solely seeking shelter,
I stepped on snow-white hair.
Taking you for a hide
Some hermit left behind,
I snuggled in and fell asleep,
Exhaustion had its way.
And you on waking, found me there,
Some strange, exotic prey.

Your first swipe ripped away my coat,
But to your great surprise,
I stood before you on two legs,
A wonder to your eyes.

For not so strange was I, you see,
Just tiny in proportion.
I, too, had feet and hands and teeth,
I bared in some contortion.

A smile.

White teeth, red lips and cheeks ablaze with fire,
And bright blue eyes that sparked in fear,
Ignited some strange desire.

What is this itch?
You ask yourself.
I fed not long ago.
It is not my stomach which awakes,
But something deep below.

For long had you been all alone,
No female had you seen,
And yet one look at my small form,
And Nature reigned supreme.

And so I say again to you.
I offer no resistance.
Its up to you,
What will I be?
Your dinner or your mistress?