Sometimes I want to sink into your body
with the fever that spikes inside me
to be a woman
who can open a man.

Why must I be only softness and haunches,
a satin cul-de-sac?

You ought to know what sharpens me
like a barbed arrow.
Do you think we're so different?

How you tease me, twiddle me,
hustle me along,
just when I'd like to splay you
tooth and nail.