Love’s Teeth

Love’s Teeth Sink in soft to the flesh, incisors through fresh baked marshmallow. Always biting off more than can be chewed at once — an enduring bifurcation of foolish optimism and a voracious appetite to be continually consumed. The feast begins at the mouth, delighting first in the sweetest of pleasures. Then working their way down to the bones, to the tender marrow, to the beating heart, until nothing is left but fragmented remnants of the people we were before the first delicious bite.