Ode to Grecian Shells

I leave my voice to a poet,
who has already
Scavenged the silences
I have bruised my mouth against.

Again and again,
I bruised my mouth against
The deep well of her beauty.

I fell in love with her breasts,
Rising and falling,
behind a Grecian cosplay.

I knew no other man could perceive
The pale advance of desire, peering
From behind the small ruptures in her modesty.

A deeper silence,
To bruise my mouth against,
Again and again.