My Little Red Riding Hood
When I first saw you picking all the wild-
Flowers, something stirred inside me. I kept
Staring at you, unable to keep my eyes
Off your red hood, pink cheeks, and curly hair.
I wanted, girl, to show you what it means
To be loved—we ran all the way to your
Grandma's house; I reached first, quickly consumed
Her so that I could taste you, relish you.
The world knew me through veils and heresy;
I wanted you to witness the real me
All embracing, all caring, all loving—
Flesh to flesh, I wished to be one with you.
Unlike humans, I am no cannibal,
Don't you know, my little red riding hood?
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2019-01-21 at 13:19
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