jerome moore Poems
Frottage Heavy Petting Mutual Masturbation
She tells me to meet her where the street dancers busk it.
leaves In the crowd I find her and begin a frotteuristic grind ≈ 'i want your body on me'
electric hands on her waist her butt rising in heat and sinking like on the tide of the hip hop. Then I follow her into a changing stall at the galleria where we engage in heavy petting, then we finish ourselves off in the elevator to the street of mutual masturbation … When I get to the apartment with a new shower curtain they are sitting at the table eating some sort of Pasta and meat sauce Cam telling her to EAT! …
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A winds veil is tangled
into the tops of those trees,
and the ashen clouds roll in then.
The alfalfa receives white powderstep makeup,
while gymnasts hang there tights on swolen branchs.
and Crooners hide in bunches behind the maidens lilly white reps
their Trumpets burried nose over tail wailing frenetic-like bop.