Kissing the colored
glass reflection, seeking
a bounty hug.
I was hungry and you were
parched.
There was a beautiful
pain of obscuring you from a
distance and smelling
your fleshy
indelible presence.

A humane sense
amongst the beasts to
preserve the fossil
egg. An avis ancestor
smiles.

Your cuddling hurts.
Where was the slaughterer,
who pinches the god
to send more innocents―
the hunted?