to say my bark is worse than my bite would be a lie

i have bitten into your hirsute chest early in the morn

back when the dark hid my white teeth but made them

seem whiter despite - you hours later feeling a chest pain

found my mark half-moon half-moons     perfect bite    

my perfect fit     blue     next was you     your upper arm

closest to my mouth at the time     i remember you were

caught in mid sentence i doubt that you knew that then    

blame my father he let me bite his hand that fed me

as often and as hard as i liked     i still understand why

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