Man in Mouth

By TNB Poetry

Poem

Art by Mark Shuttleworth, Words by Luigi Coppola
Video-poem can be viewed here


He craves the salivated slabs
that sparkle crisp and clean
then shudders as they close and clench:
a prison pure, pristine.

He yearns for molten mounds of flesh,
a writhing, licking thing;
his mass sinks into palette, pores –
a thrashing, lashing sting.