What I Asked For
       

Our last afternoon,
I ask you to bite me,
and you do. Hard
on the side of my neck.
I feel each tooth
as it pushes against
my skin. The flesh bends.
Your tongue hot against
my neck; your breath
rushes along my skin
as it stretches, begins
to tear. I hold you closer
and you say it's hard to breathe.

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