Treasure Island

jerome moore


Cats Cradle! Cats Cradle


Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme.
You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away
when I came up on you clumsily stumbling
you grabbed my pupils and hindered me,
closed me, and inspired me,
but you ever failed to tempt me.

My shoulders bare of savage sands took you by surprise,
the freckles played games in the lolling sea.
and it could not pull us apart, you and me.

Your body began to quiver when the gusts arrived.
with conspiracy behind moonlight and mountain.
Spilling droplets with slang stinging drag.
In time. They all took a stab at you.
They threw their robes at you,
smothering your decadence with their virtue

farewell avid tier
farewell sunshine
cats cradle! Cats cradle.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013

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