Angry little teeth, sharpened

pearl cuts and bitten,

my bruised lips if I miss

your coral kiss, does it matter?

Does it?

Necklace soft, new moon nail

mark pressed so patiently into

my chest if I look for markings

left too late, they're gone

What is meant by moments

spent at little games like these?

I know that I never want to be

apart from you.

Line of jewels around my throat

Broken cloud on my breast, A

hidden bite inside my lip

A little nip, unable to resist, if I

miss your coral kiss

Does it matter?

Does it?