A Whole Melancholy of Lovers

bites

as you take my body and
remove my scent, replacing it with
ours combined but mixed with
sweat and a distinct hint of
sex and drugs
you're on top of me, ignoring my cries
for help or for you to be gentle
you kiss me
my forehead or my soft pouty lips
you bite my ear or my breasts
and you grab me
holding on as if these moments
will slip away
as if they wont last us a lifetime