Mooch Winnipeg Poem by jerome moore

Mooch Winnipeg



her hands curve,
around the arching spiral lattice.
Dancing the steps above oblivion,
onto impestuous poison whisps,
Erect spine,
whiplashed sea flower under ligatures.
Goddess in a garden of shells,
with arms like fingers
Shiva Linga let your eternal snakes dance
I wear the skin of a tiger who stands not a chance.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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