my canines feel morphological
their sharpness cultivated to feast
and they seek every bone beneath your skin
burrowing in every square inch
eyes closed, face burning

i watch parts of me disappear
and your eyes, too
i smell pheromones
wherever i dig into
a need to get to the bottom
at any cost

we wrap around
our minds, each other
my hand, your neck
your legs, my hips

instincts i had long forgotten
taking over completely
desperate for the bones beneath
my teeth