Love’s Teeth
Sink in soft to the flesh,
incisors through fresh baked
marshmallow. Always biting off
more than can be chewed
at once — an enduring bifurcation
of foolish optimism and a
voracious appetite to be
continually consumed.
The feast begins
at the mouth, delighting first
in the sweetest of pleasures.
Then working their way down
to the bones, to the tender marrow,
to the beating heart, until nothing
is left but fragmented remnants
of the people we were
before the first
delicious
bite.