jerome moore


Blank Wave


Imagine a thousand and one unimaginable nights
as you drift of into oceans of sleep
Now imagine my finger pointing the way above the vibrating coastline
and if you find yourself a tempest of dancing lights imperfect triangles and cyclic whirlpools in the center of a blank wave then that will be my desire for you
and I shall lay beside you stroking your hipline for 400 minutes seeming like like 4000 days
beginning but never finishing my tongue tickles and fingers pulse and eyes twinkle and lips buzz my little panther we will spend infinity skating along our desires and nap loftily lapping our smooth teeth... content bellies of fire

Submitted: Monday, May 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, May 27, 2013

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