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.