Old Allies

As I bite my inner cheek,

My senses get all scarlet.

A yellow shiver puts together

All the present in my body:

It is hot white and cold red,

Freezing the mind, jerking the body,

Into a paradoxical need.

First, to undo the bite,

To iron the fold of the throbbing mucosa,

To put in the usual order

The colors of my existential palette.

Second, to jump over the pain,

To tame the unconscious beastly teeth,

To trust their ivory blades again,

As old allies,

Who get yellow together,

Discreetly do.