Love Bites

He was funny.

When I think of his face
I remember the teeth the most:
A gap between the top two.

I remember the imprint it made on my skin.
The gap, I mean.

The mark was like one of a horse bite, too.

I remember another time,
When a girl told me she was bit by a horse.
I thought it was funny, at first –
A horse biting her breast, like an apple
I laughed, as if I were numb to her pain.

And I was.
Numb, I mean.

After all, my favorite horse was biting me all along,
Again
And again
Here, beast, take this bite
I will carry it under my light
In the name of love it is special, right?

And it was,
Special.

Until I saw other girls crying:
The teeth marks on their skin
With a gap in between.

I remember the imprint that made on the other side of my skin.
Again
And again

Teeth choking my light
Has my beast gone wild or was this all right -
In the name of love, I mean?

Love bites, you might say.
And, it’s true.
I may even consider laughing with you,
Cause life can be mean.

But nay.
It is not funny.
This pitiful gap, I mean.

2015