jerome moore


Tigress-Like Resting Under Limpid Pistil Torches - Poem by jerome moore

walking out of the sea
my baby digs me,
blushing, crawling, prowling,
nursing the rhodas with delicate perspiration.
My baby leads me.
to burn, to scratch, to heal.

tigress-like resting under limpid pistil torches.
While stamen soaked alphas secrete anther (rather satyrically) ,
She milks her young like a wet nurse honey bee.

My baby feels me crawling up her dress
pollens float off her plum lips like thirsty bubbles
I kiss her until the sun breaks,
and we dive into the sea.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012


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