jerome moore

I Want To Make Love To You... I Don'T Even Dream About It - Poem by jerome moore

I didn't tell you my dream last night i can only remember this fragment where laying in your bed us under blankets.

It was dark and the light from outside made shadows on your walls
you also had a pet peacock a white one with beautiful blue and green and orange feathers.

We kept pulling these little globes or orbs from under the blanket and and held them in
our palm and then we would throw(individually) them up to your celling then they would get bigger and light up your room, they glowed blue pink sea green and neon orange some purple Like big holiday lights) and the shadows would turn into animals of tinted color there were zebras, and lions and falcons, and i think there was a snake, and sea turtle...
maybe all the lights at that club I went to last night?

I want to make love to you... I don't even dream about it... I want to throw colour globes into the sky and roll trash cans down a steeping sleeping street with you.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2013

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