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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and with a blast of silence
i experience all and nothing
and become further consciousness
a place where the chains of perception are lifted
and I am free out of mind and body
the walls are burning down around me
and I am nowhere