by Martin De Mello
(09/12/07)
vlad
bends down and begins, licking her waist
leaving a saliva trail.
his tongue rasps, up-rooting her hair
edge serrated, blood winced, candling in vein.
she gasps [nine inch leather pleasure underground on the pain]. blue am-bient, the film plays in contact
with his eye.
he shows teeth, her groan in return
bite and hiss.
walls whip, ut-tering holiness vows wire and maim
skin medieval, touch.
vlad understands, leaving fingerprints on her neck
her turn. she flips him, fangs, fills her teeth.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux