The Switch

From urbane and measured,

I can smell the turn

instantly.

A word, a tightness of sinew,

the everyday you is gone

in a blink of an eye.

In its place

is the creature

who hungers for me.

Tensed and rigid,

swollen and alive

with desire.

The flipped switch twitch

of the corner of your mouth,

you are my animal.

Monstruous predator

of my distant flesh,

slipped of leash

and instantly

moist

for

you.