A Biting Urge

I am hungry for sleep and finding that I want to put the intangible in my mouth. I want to ravenously bite into, and eat the notes of this Nickel Creek song; bluegrass flatpicking is provoking ridiculously intense happiness right now. I want to devour and absorb, each word of the article I'm reading on "Derrida and Threat of Affinity," and I think...maybe...just gently, I want to bite flesh. I want to bite the shudder caused when so much sweet stimulation converges into one stirring moment.