inteligentsia

it would be impossible
to instruct
someone in how to touch--this way,
and when he takes a curve too fast,
mmm . . .
it is not nearly as scary as when his eyes reach
out for something behind me,
and almost as luscious as when he curls his hand around my neck
and gnaws too hard on my cheek.

it is uncertain whether this
is just a conflagration
of one body against another,
swathed in common theories,
or the ripping
back apart
of what had been sewn shut.