Your mouth sweats on my skin like an overripe flower, tainted, transformed, we are curled into each other in a miasma of sex and sweat--and anti-perspirant, I lick the chalky sweetness off my tongue, wondering if it's poisonous

I lick your teeth, too, slick beneath delicately curled lips, and you think it strange, but let me

I love them. You slide down my body, hesitant, determined, and the pricks are so gradual they're deeper than feeling; claw into my skin, let in my blood--though you-we-I can't...

Teeth are sharp and good and more and more until there's a boundary, I'm bordered by pain and there's only a small red mark on my inner thigh to betray my limitations

I want to be a pretty boy, too, in strappy sandals and bare toes, my cock obscene, pressed against an A-line skirt, a midriff-baring top draped innocently over my breastless chest

I want to tear myself a new soul, to slice off the extraneous muscle and skin--all those thick, stringy pink and red layers--and find myself skeletal and soft beneath, a newborn kitten, pliant and warm, its bones almost too flexible to snap