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.