bite just right

where is it I can bite you so
that you come to spring
miniscule and think that I too,
could die by muscle next to you, woman
the futural coffin
standing to love me in time
before the worst
of the next bite

and like teenagers breaking leather knots
in public parks groping
in citrus mouthful kisses
heavy as the UN calling meetings

hammering on the door
who are you i want you in here now,
 my house needs heat and blaze me your face
under these delicate shiburi folded lamps

and bite the lights out before we sleep
in the promise of our limbs as heart bars
holding my hand til you wake up
for the late bathroom visit and
to bed to repeat the fabric work
in this humming factory.
here I feel you fold everywhere