Dead Bite
Dead bite
Like a light
Switch hit on
On my throat,
Hit gold
Mine,
For once,
Unlike the
Soft touch
I’m used to,
Pulled through
Then up again
Against the bed-post-
I could never
Hold out,
Say no
To this girl
Even now,
Now that she’s
Bit me hard,
Hard enough to
Draw blood,
My blood
Maybe it won’t
Burn or
Bubble up
Under her
Touch
Maybe
This is exactly the
Dead bite
I could finally
Get behind,
And open up to.
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