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.