WITH TEETH
You see her kissing you with teeth. Hands a mess, legs tangled together into each other tight.
Her hair is longer now, falling soft over her shoulders.
Everythings got more pigment. She's brighter. Made of more. More to get lost in. To overflow, to lose,
more to have to try to forget.
You start to notice the little details.
She's on you, waiting for a response so you grab the little strap of her tank top and stare at it in your hands.
Half smiling. She doesn't need all this and he doesn't deserve it.
Grinning that stupid little grin partly at the thought of this.
The little relief. Pretty crooked mouth teasing.
And you can't help but have that overwhelming sadness
that she'll soon be gone.
So take her to the side, lock the doors, turn off the engine, turn out the lights. And ride her like a wave 'cos you know it's the last one you'll catch.
Drown in it. Fucking choke on it. Depend on it.
Lie down for it, like she lies down for you.
Little squeaky noise, kitty noise, that destroys the image that we make, let it break, let me stay.