Could You

Could you lie on this blade for me?

I’d like to eat your body but, myself, can’t make the cut.

Could you crawl in this cage for me?

I’d like to lock you up here but, myself, can’t think I’m cruel.

Could you brandish this whip for me?

I’d like you to get moving but, myself, can’t stand to wield.

Could you inject this drug for me?

I’d like you to endure this but, myself, can’t plunge the point.

Could you give up your mom for me?

I’d like to drink your breakfast but, myself, can’t see her wronged.

Could you breathe in this gas for me?

I’d like to cook your muscle but, myself, can’t dare to kill.

Could you step in this truck for me?

I’d like to take you elsewhere but, myself, can’t face your fear.

Could you hook this in mouth for me?

I’d like to taste your flavor but, myself, can’t bear to hurt.

Could you fire off this bolt for me?

I’d like to chew your sinew but, myself, can’t watch the pain.

Could you hang upside down for me?

I’d like to use your carcass but, myself, can’t take a life.

Could you shackle your feet for me?

I’d like to have you labor but, myself, can’t stomach chains.

Could you open your legs for me?

I’d like to make you pregnant but, myself, can’t condone rape.

Could you remove your fur for me?

I’d like to wear your trappings but, myself, can’t make the blow.

Could you take off your skin for me?

I’d like to feel it on me but, myself, can’t do the job.

Could you swim in this net for me?

I’d like to try your texture but, myself, can’t deal with blood.

Could you stay in these bars for me?

I’d like to keep you stuck here but, myself, can’t sleep with guilt.

Could you fall in that pit for me?

I’d like to be rid of you but, myself, can’t look at death.

Could you?