Sharkskin

I close my eyes. Slip my tongue into your mouth.

Your teeth are smooth, slick. Silk and velvet.

In your spit over my tastebuds, you feed me the name of every soft slippery thing. I dissolve into the current. You take your time. I loosen, my skeleton swept away.

You take your prey. Bite down. I try to pull out.

This way you're sharp, rough. I'm scraped and sanded, held firm.