Saturday, February 13, 2016

Reciprocal Altruism

"Don't trust the cannibal just 'cos he's usin' a knife and fork!"
                                                                  --- Terry Pratchett

For you, my cannibal love,
I've blinded the jaundiced eye.
I see a hot bath
in the boiling pot;
protection in the knife.

For me, my cannibal love,
you fatten and feed for nights
of hunger
as I ripen
in your hands.

For Magaly's prompt at Real Toads

17 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

This one comes with bite!

The imagery simmering in the fist stanza made me shake a little.

Fireblossom said...

Nothing like a little self-delusion!

Isadora Gruye said...

Feed for the nights of hunger....great little twisting of words there. Well done and viva la!

Susan said...

Could love be any blinder? Fine twisted reciprocity!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Whoa, a little spooky for valentine's day. You are the mistress of words!!!!!

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes!! A bite indeed!! And no one says/writes it better, MZ!!

Rommy said...

This is chilling. A really scary image of a one-sided love, even while the person knows they are deluding themselves.

Sioux said...

And oh, that bath water is full of bubbles (as it boils)!

brudberg said...

Love is more than blind, it's selfdillusional... It's said that frogs will jump out of boiling water but will die if they are placed in cold water that's slowly heated.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This presents an unexpected viewpoint of the rapacious lover.

Ella said...

This wild and untamed heart has boundary lines of an island. Prayers for those who dare drop a pebble into their world-beware!
Well Done

Outlawyer said...

I'm honestly not very worried about this narrator--sharp and funny! k.

rhymeswithbug.com said...

Well, we do tend to see what we want to see. Like your take on the prompt.

Hannah said...

I love the image of the ripening...rich use of imagery, Mama Zen!

Carol Campbell said...

Magnificent writing, Mama Zen!

Margaret said...

love is blind... and stupid at times. ripening? rotting more like it. Always clever, your poems

Susie Clevenger said...

Twisted...oh love can be twisted. You speak it with sharp whit.