The Love of Dr. Moreau

Under this shadow of love
I will maim you,
I will cut off the parts
That displease me.
Carve away the faces
That you face me with.
Disconnect any feelings,
Sensations that might numb me sad.
Your depressions I will depress
Into deep recesses of your body.
I will take your whole picture
And dissect it jigsaw-wise,
Replacing only the parts
I think best.

In this embrace
I will make you safe
To be loved by me.
I will remove all of
Your fangs and feminine fury.

I will leave you only my shoulder
To cry upon.

No back to turn away.