Time Bomb

I long 

to slip my hands beneath your skin
Remove the sheath 
And see
The seething mass Of gears and ribbons
Hidden 
Underneath

to marvel at the deadly tick of time
the same inside
Besides the
mental harm and liver scars we 
Pretend
to deny

To press my lips against your savage mouth
Draw in and out
Devout and shouting 
as I taste the iron
And fire
You endow

To sink my canines in your meat and growl
Never release
I seek
By scent the hot and sanguine gush
As you
Spill into me

I long
For slow continuations 
of the same old conversation
Until, as we pace there:
My parts rust
Worn down into
Awe and lust