Mendes Biondo

Jalapeno Kiss’ Love Poem

jalapeno kiss
that’s what she’s called
even if she’s a japanese
rockabilly

nipples like bullets
point the way to the sunset

choppy areolas
like the waves of the ocean
when the cold sea wind blows

black hair flows
through the air
like snakes and griffin wings

a tattoo on the skin of life
drawn by a lustful
samurai

the master of bushido himself
would puke at the sight
of her eyes

she was licking a gherkin
her katana dripping red
on the white washi sheet
upon her bed.

she loved to write in kanji
the head of her last lover
punctuating the end of her haiku

the mantis satiated
she now uses her pickle
to write a love poem
on her clitoris