Delirious with instinct, it must have what it must have,

nestling against the skin, a sharp fin against the unsuspecting

cheek or shoulder blade. Tell me what I should have known

to stay alive, avoid the nuzzle as I tried to leave, the warm

dark ocean of his feel?  How to turn him down, who understood

the sweetness of my blood, who loved it on his lips and shared

with me the metal taste of it.