Love bites, don't forget

Original photo (c) Vix

His teeth

gnaw at the bones

beneath my skin.

All the better

to love me with.

My dog understands the lengths that love stretches to. The dissolution of skin. The tear and bruise of flesh. The hunger that fills the spaces. And the long seconds in every hour he waits for my return.

He moans with joy when I reappear. Rubs his snout and body against my face and head. Licks at my armpits. Clamps his jaws onto my arm. 

This is love. Pure, uncensored. Unqualified. Unforgettable.