Sometimes, I Bite.

I will stroke you with a feather,
And sing sweetly, like a lark.
I will colour you
With large languid drops
Of tenderness.

(And sometimes,
I bite)

I will drink you like water,
And crawl into your mouth
So you can taste me.
I can tease you
Like a dancer

(And sometimes,
I bite)

I will stare with wide moon eyes
And kiss away your night;
Flinch and flutter
Like a wren,
And stalk in tiger strides

(And sometimes,
I bite)

I can intoxicate -
Headier than a bath of roses,
And kiss as sweet
As fragrant honey.
Or as hot as blood.

Sometimes,
I bite.

SJL: 4th September, 2006