Often as a man I will do as slave masters did

Often as a man I will do as slave masters did
strip your soul, by taking your body.
Instead I want to engulf all at the same time.
Have your body for breakfast
Your spirit for dinner
Your soul as an after thought

My feeding on your soul is as real as the day is long
And as I slowly savor your flesh
The minutes turn into hours
Chained in my tongue
You will erupt on my island
causing me years of disruption.
I want to forever be
becoming. past, present, and future.
and if you die tomorrow
I’ll look for your soul
Sucking time and space
Until I can swirl my tongue again
Through the body of your text
As the master, I write.
I, you, we,
(and society)
need disrupted from the clear status
of our natural boring being.