She has promoted me.  I am now the keeper of the flora
dentata.  We move close together, our feet following the same
invisible lines, our faces reeling closer.  Our lips come
together in tingling.
	I feel the small popping as her jaw unhinges.  My chin
slides inside her mouth.  I feel it slide across her tongue and
am glad that I shaved today.  My upper lip slips between her cheeks,
over the roof of her mouth.  Her teeth grind painfully against my
nose.  I hear cartilage splinter and feel my nostrils squeeze
shut.  I hear her breathe quickly and loud and she runs with
saliva.  She is excited by the taste of my blood.  My neck is
bent to numbing pain, on the verge of breaking.  I stare up
at her closed eyes.  I stare up her nostrils like dark flaring
stars. A crackling numbness cuts me off from my body and I feel
the softness of her perfect upper lip tickle my eyelashes.
	I close my eyes.