Your Bitey-ness to You

Teeth.

How else could anything about your Bitey-ness start, but with teeth,

All sharp and ready to bite-bite me,

My hand, my butt,

And you do so love to bite.

 

The first time the yellow dog came,

Was to my little upstairs bedroom,

On a humid, Ohio summer night,

With the cobalt blue bug zapper killing moths,

Right outside one of the tiny attic windows.

The buzzing noise and the soft plop of dead bugs,

As they fried and floated down,

The shine of the blue electric light,

Flowing into my bedroom cathedral.

 

Alex and I were inside fucking,

Alex all big and growly and mean,

Standing over me like a giant sexy animal,

All shoving it hard into my ass,

And me face-down over the side of the bed crying,

My ass bare and arms splayed up,

Tossing my head from side to side,

The way I loved it.

Holding my wrists together,

Wanting to fuck the summer out of us both,

Fuck every capillary open,

Fuck ourselves senseless, or maybe full of the best kind of sense.

 

And then, I heard a growling, prowling near my head,

A shadow of something yellow,

A passing furry something,

And I saw you, the dog.

You were cadmium yellow with sharp teeth and a grin,

A lick over your teeth and spittle hanging down like a party favor,

All brought forth by this glorious ass-fucking,

I followed you with my eyes as you circled the bed,

Around and around,

You laughed with the joy of pleasure,

Looming close and leering with needle teeth and pink tongue,

All sharp and ready to bite-bite me,

Me, all wanting you,

All wanting you to bite me, love me.

 

Oh my growly dog,

My precious terrible creature,

My dog that only comes when my blood boils up and over,

I’d like you here this winter,

Growling, prowling around my bed,

Bite-biting me on my belly,

Until I become you,

My darling dog,

And I become you.

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About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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2 Responses to Your Bitey-ness to You

  1. John says:

    The four letter words at first …..take one back…yet there is such talent and passion in this written work. Emotions are not always silky white and pretty, but raw and wanting in their passion. Wonderful talent with great ability for creating a word picture. Keep up the great writing.

    John
    http://www.texaspoets.wordpress.com

    Like

  2. Paul says:

    That is extraordinary poetising. So much life and passion, honesty and clarity. And originality and everything else too. I love your poetry, it is fantastical.

    Like

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