jerome moore


My Garden - Poem by jerome moore

Hey guess what
i cannot keep it n any longer.
I will be eating up clouds forests and ash before long!

I cannot wait
Ive got so much to show you!
I dont even count the days any longer
they are counting for me.
But enough of this chatter of nature things
The only nature I need is your natural naked body tangled in mine,
wet inside and out
like we were sleeping on the shoreline
and the sea moves around us.
the blue scarf you hangover your lamp
the ocean of your eyes
the yield of your flax
I am on my way

my garden.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013



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