Rennet

I am in love with the dead head of a goat.
Proteolytic.

He cradles me with his empty pelt;

He spoons like a mummified womb.

In his dusty innards I latch on to

The furry nostril; I swallow larvae.
Curds and whey.

I'm hairball gagging on his snout.
Mucosa.

I stroke his leathered heart.
Chymosin.

I push a finger through his chest,
to hack and suck and suck and suck,
From this sepulchral bag.