Bite - Sri Nath Kurup
Hey! My name is Sri Nath Kurup, and I am a rising Sophomore from Spring Valley, New York, with a major in Political Science, intended concentration in Criminal Law, and intended minor in Philosophy and Law. I am a huge fan of storytelling, and from poetry to creative writing, to Dungeons & Dragons, you can catch me writing and narrating. On campus, I’m a member of Phenomenal Voices, Mock Trial, and of course ARCH! In my free time, I’m reading where it’s sunny under a pretty little tree, or chatting with friends while watching a show. I am inspired to write by the belief that every story holds a world of experience. By sharing them we move these worlds into reality, reflecting the parallels of our own lives and helping people who need to see themselves through such an auspice, not a mirror.
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Someone told me to write a poem about hickeys
Of black and blue bruises
Of busted blood vessels
And collapsed capillaries
And I’m much obliged to do so
Because hickeys are one of my favorite things
Right next to sex where I shouldn’t
And food too hot to eat
And just like those too, it’s a delicacy
I’m deprived of in settings not secluded
Told it too untimely to take for myself when I
See someone with a neck, muscular and wide
Veins pulsing with libido
A power that flows through them like pomegranate juice
And if only I could
Take a bite
Told it too uncouth to
Grip my hand around the thinnest throats
That fit so well in my palm
To give a gentle squeeze
And then a tighter one with teeth
Ugh, bite me
But is it a crime?
If I just state my mind
And sit still?
What if I sat
Like a duck stuck in the mud
with my neck outstretched to look for you
And what if you indulge your deepest desires
Your animalistic and primeval instincts
What if you took what you wanted and...
All I did was not fight back?
I don’t mind if it’s when you’re mad
You don’t ever have to smile when you break
Your humane facade
I prefer it to you saving face
I want to see all of you
Because I’m certain your bark can NOT be better than your bite
So take a bite
What if all I did was encourage the
Course of action you know is correct deep in your stomach
And as it knots when you try to find right or wrong
I remind you with a caress of your face
A squeeze of your hips
“Take what’s yours”
And you paint with my blood
A vision of domination
A mark of your soul branded to my body
A claim to the land you tread
What if you
Just for a moment, fell prey to yourself
What you are
And I know you want to keep this hush hush
Maybe because you want it to be just us
To do yourself the justice
Of exploring your innate tendencies
Your guttural growls of hunger
To tear apart my trachea as a testimony of your triumph over me
And when you take a step back to view your work
Stare in awe
What you’ve done
Someone should write a poem about it
So come take a bite