Sink your teeth in

I'm going to do something I've never done. I'm going to share a really new poem (I mean, REALLY new--I just got done writing it). I've been working on it here and there since last night so it's very rough. But I haven't shared anything in a while. Comments/critiques are appreciated.

CHIROPTERA

Sink your teeth into me

Let the sour skin dangle from your lips

You fly above me in

staggered formation,

steadfast in your romance

with the wind—

black seraph, hairy demon,

necromancer

You speak in a tongue

no one understands,

liminal echoes,

pocked flesh recoiled

in your ribcage

Little flittermouse, little prophet,

the things you could do

if you had hands,

ones, I mean, without claws

The things you could do

if your bones were stronger,

unlike twigs softened by fire

under thin membrane

Yet

your hand, look how large it is

look how it takes everything in,

drinks everything slowly,

(takes me in, drinks me slowly)

look how you are everything I am not

Tangle yourself in my hair

Show me how to see without eyes

Also, another outfit (I kind of feel like a Jedi in this):

Circle scarf- thrifted, Long sweater- I really don't remember (Kohl's?), Rope belt- thrifted, Sweater tights- gift, Wrap boots- Toms