Marmoreal 22: 41 Poem by Sebastian Priotese

Her jaw comes through the red
steam like a shipwreck dressed
in a flare of marble.
She rams her larboard against the banks
of my mouth, requesting complete
devourment. As a Gabbro iconographer
I fall upon the shipwreck, sandblasting
its marmoreal larboard.
I fall just like Kush's ax on
a Dali sky. Stars burst on it
and her face covers their hues.
I paint wounds on her marshmallow-mouth.
Her menstrual cramps remember
Cupid's bow and her spleen still wears,
proudly, a kiss.