jerome moore


In your eyes its Alchemy


In your eyes,
waves crashing on jagged rock tips
between their hulking fingers
like white lace
on the fertile flesh
the voluptuous coast
the dimples in the the dunes
there is a harvest moon hung between two towers
and a tightrope stretched between them
tigress and panther roam the beach
the sun hangs laterally on the horizon
and vulcan weaves his nets
tosses them into the bed of the sea
out in the waves your laughter
like the surface viewed from bellow
passing through the glowing clouds
clouds that swim by like scarves thrown to the breeze
in your eyes its alchemy

Submitted: Friday, October 11, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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