I think it safe to say, upon cool reflection now,
long after the crimes we committed in our youth,
that with little overt violence or drastic demonstration,
we brought out the quiet absolute cannibal in each other,
those ravenous nights, tearing softly into our meat
so stealthily no one could overhear our mutual brutality.
Always we were holding back in the shadow silence
smiling, you biting your hand, I your tender lip.
Blood let, we were careful, never left a clue of any crime committed.
No blood, then no foul, no evidence requiring cover-up.
We never played safe, relentlessly hunting our prey
till the exhaustion hours brought sleeping off of kill
and eat compulsion in each other’s arms rocking.
It was good to be young once, and sadly never again.
Lanning Lee 