I found Carolyn Kizer’s “Food of Love.” Can’t remember how I stumble on it. Here’s the first stanza:
I’m going to murder you with love;
I’m going to suffocate you with embraces;
I’m going to hug you, bone by bone,
Till you’re dead all over.
Then I will dine on your delectable marrow.
Chilling, eh? But the whole poem contrast opulence and decay — devouring — desert and ocean. A powerful image of the cycle of love that can devour.