Does she have teeth yet? Does she bite you?

                  Months into our confinement I grew
          a new set of ears, a heart, and a mouth I lent her
                  because she was so quiet I was almost alone.

She has taken my mouth and put her own tongue inside.
          She has taken my heart and also my eyes.

          She has taken my breasts
                  and put her own pleasure before them.

          She bites beans and fields of solemn sweet potatoes root
for their own harvest.

                  She bites into a pear and every pearl
          in the world releases its oyster.

She bites what flesh is offered and always finds more.

                  She has teeth, yes. She bites me
          and the world gives up 
                  its treasure.

          All my dreams rising for her.
                  All those people.