06 November 2010

Bitten



Sensing before seeing
a shiver quakes across flesh
breath like deep fog
lifts tiny hairs 
at the nape
air becomes a vacuum
time slows to a crawl
standing frozen, useless
until lips and teeth graze
the exquisite spot
on the back of the neck
I shatter like glass.

3 comments:

  1. Was bitten.
    Was tenderly bitten.
    Instead she wants to bit some neck.
    Thanks for the poem, Poet.

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  2. Evocative to the senses! Very nice!

    Helen from helen-scribbles.com

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