Deconstruction

You
always were curious
about the insides of things,
and what makes them work;
but now you are obsessed.

You
strip me naked
in public places
but your eyes
remain unsatisfied.

You
I can tell
cannot be
entirely happy
until you see
my living bones
dark blue, fresh,
still damp from
the flesh
you peeled from them
laid out before you
for closer examination.

You
won't feel fulfilled
until you hold my
glistening
gray pink brain
cupped unresisting
in your
probing fingers
while my opened skull
smiles unfelt mockery
from atop
the small pile of
me
scattered at
your feet.