Room 4 - Erio

«I love your nose

And those little veins

You’ve got around the nostrils»

There my hunger is home

«Stroke me, Fab» and I stroke

Rib by rib…

I descend towards it

And stop

And melt

«I'm a coward», while

Among our four legs

It’s a dark

Choir of flesh

And

Hairy sighs

Push my

Head into

Your skull

And seed into my mouth

The solution to this

Riddle we’ve become lately

«Leave your boyfriend

Leave your job»

«I love your eyes

The way your iris and pupil are not concentric:

Let me wake up each day before them"