Bite (A challenge Poem, Runner Up.)

She walks by me, And something catches my attention. Could it be her hair? Her walk? Her speech? Her curves? Could it not be, Her make-up? Her laugh? Her smile? No, it is her smell. As if of freshly cut flowers She walks through the halls, Intoxicating all around her. The smell, Permeating into my brain. Being captured by my clothes. Being made into a memory of its own. Her beauty, I must have it. I must have her. I must have the scent. Too many people, I cannot get her now. The urge growing stronger, Unable to control it, Pulse going out of control. Suddenly my wrist is in my mouth. My teeth have clenched upon the bone. The harder I bite, The more stress is released. Pulling the teeth out of the wound, The cuts start to ooze blood. Sweet precious blood. Following her again, I must chew on my cheeks. I must maintain a bite, To releave the stress. Following her, Down stairs, On trains, Across streets... Always biting now. Remembering her scent, Biting harder. Through the campus, The town, The city, I follow her... biting. Hours later, I have her alone. The chance to take her as mine. Reaching out my hand, I see the bite marks. The urge goes to the hand. To bite again, To have the release, To taste the blood. Chewing up and down the arm, Soft bites, Hard bites, Savage bites. Looking back up, She is gone, I can no longer remember her scent. Now I must bite for having lost her.I'm not sure how much I like this one. Any suggestions would be more then welcome. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 06:59 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10