'Taken' by Jo Bell

�When a thief kisses you, count your teeth.� � Yiddish proverb

Let�s just say it was complete surrender.
The wanted word is visceral; the usual
exchange of fluids doesn�t quite compare.
He closed his eyes and tilted back his head
and he was mine, as naked as a worm.
He yielded like a sapling to the axe.

Humility is not an asset in my trade, but
such an ecstasy of loss brought out
the best in