he bit me—
nipple of pleasure and sustenance
he gazed up in milky purity
with brown eyes that have known no harm
heart still swathed in the wonderment of the womb
and warm tongue more expert than any lover
teased back and came forth with teeth
and the power of the man within
the one who will explore nipples other than mine
who will find his way into other soft bodies
executed his first strike.
stunned i pinched his nose, held it firmly
while breath won over bite
and he released
vulnerable and perplexed
as his eyes memorized my first angry face.