You are the edge over which
I fall, a dark attraction.
Wings against my palms
flutter blood, claws find flesh
to hook, your inside-outside face
nuzzles me; lips hunt the nipple.
Cuts sting when sweat seeps in.
I expect the tug and suck of mouth
stretching sinews of the gut,
not the juice of your tongue
the roll of a rivet eye
that scans the soundmap
where you are caught
in the cavern of my hands.