Jagged Brink

No,
you're nothing soft
at all, and if I kissed you,
your bones would cut into me.
Every breath would be
a struggle.
The fury of your teeth would bind
me to you,

the blades of your shoulders
might sever me.
The fangs of your ribs
would eat me whole,
because your heart always has space
to devour.

Our mouths taste of metal when we meet.

Your pupils are a kind of oblivion,
in each pit
a deeper pit.
In you, I could never stop falling
if I fell.