drag your teeth across my skin, rip me, feast me

Show me your teeth.
   I'll make you cry to quench my thrist,
                      'cause I'm spitting feathers
                                 from the phoenix I ate,
        and his fire is running down my throat,
  ashes pooling in my stomach acid.

Show me your teeth again.
  Let me twist your words
       to have you untwist them,
           for word play is my foreplay
       in this treacherous game
  where our bonds we forsake.


Show me your teeth once more.
    This time will do it differently,
       maybe in reverse, or the other way around
                anyway you want, don't want, demand,
      wasting possibilities, endlessly spinning,
  until it goes back to the way it was.


I feel you hiding a smirk against my skin,
let the war begin, let us show our teeth.