jerome moore

Courtney - Poem by jerome moore

hazelnut eyes
caffeine for my soul
you panther
prowling the ruby city
bleeding the suns fingers
your rings
your painted nails
your small hands
the burnt wheat fields
the smell of sage fires
green smoke
and za za zaftig laughter
bouncing in our bellies
crashing citadel cymbals
in amour nightshade

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 26, 2013

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