His and Her Beast

His Beast

My Beast is a man in a dark suit and with cold eyes
He thinks with his cock and has no nuance or mercy
He is ruthless and competitive and acts selfishly and without intuition
He feeds whether hungry or not, smacking his chops
And takes the last roast potato from the family plate without asking

My Beast is greedy and fulfils his needs until they overflow
He always wants more, there is no such thing as enough
He doesn't commit, or only when he thinks there is no chance of success
He chases the nearest shiny ball always, stealing it from children
Then kicks it into the holly hedge in next door's garden

My Beast is a thief in a mask and stripy jumper
He creeps into my bedroom and whispers into my ear
His bag is full of my time, my love, my self-respect
He empties my Christmas stocking into his bag
And replaces the presents with tangerine peel and nutshells.

Her Beast

My Beast is the warmth under a velvet cloak,

It renders me unable to move or think, swallow or breathe

It makes me feel as if none of this matters, nothing matters

Only its velvet touch, velvet breath and velvet whispers

Making my chest feel warm whilst I enjoy the winter wind blowing up my legs

My Beast is the loss and freedom from the self

It takes me away from mundane rules and constraints

It helps me soar, without physics and no longer bound,

It gives me what comes naturally, rhythmically, soulfully

And frees me to do what the fuck comes to mind

My Beast makes me powerful and untouchable

It allows me to not care, makes time stands still and opens others up

It strips time, bares bodies, selects me a carcass

It inspires me to be ruthless and open, where words do not matter

Like an unholy mass, an exorcism performed by the best.