Catch a bullet in my teeth and dress it in silk,
engraving your name along the seam.
Tuck it in your cheek,
ask you to keep
it for a moment more beautiful.
Metal tastes like freedom
on our tongue,
candy coated liberation.
Let my name be the last to leave you
and let it bite.
When it does, dare to bite it back,
the way we breathe as one.