When you bit me
Out in the shade
of the apple tree,
I came
Harder
Than I’ve ever come.
Maybe it was your straight teeth
Or maybe it was my tough skin;
I don’t know
But I remember
Wanting you to do it again.
Will you follow me
Out there
Where you bit me
And made me come?
Or do you want
To bite me somewhere else,
Maybe another place
Out of reach of the sun?