Cannibal

I can remember, when in mother’s womb, the foul
smell of digesting meat, swore that as soon as got
out I would become a vegan. Then when six years
old I met Maria she was a year younger, love had
entered my young life. We sat under the old bridge
when I asked her to marry me, she laughed, said no
and I bit her soft arm, which left a dark blue mark,
nowadays called a love bite; and yes, it tasted lovely.
I have been eating a lot of animal meat since, but it
is human flesh I’m really lusting after.