Romanticore

I liked you better when you fit in my pocket
Trembling so slightly I could fail to even spot it
Bite sized, still you had teeth enough to rend
The bites got bigger, the more mouthfuls we tried to prevent

I didn't even have to look you in the eye
God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
To be sure, they were not pure, those fetid springs we tried to cure
So we rolled up our sleeves and went down with our sieves to the cay

The vacant gut of the manticore
I could only guess the beast hungered for something more
Those yawning jaws, my dental awe
Three rows of incisors, and not a single flaw

I didn't even have to look you in the eye
God, they were awful eyefuls to behold
They were rotten to the core, those loathsome fruit our orchard bore
At the first sign of drop we went out to the crop with our gloves

Don't tell me 'bout all the flesh you've torn through
All the harems that you secretly are sworn to
Out comes the confession, now where's the mystery?
Your history only serves to repulse me

Oh winged one
I'll sleep while you eat
Just wake me up when you are done
Take to the air if you must return for more
I swear I will not care