Jerome Moore's 'Cats Cradle': A Poetic Journey of Passion and Mystery 🐾

Upon our first meeting I began to rhyme. <br />You sucked the saliva from my tongue, then hid away <br />when I came up on you clumsily stumbling <br />you grabbed my pupils and hindered me, <br />closed me, and inspired me, <br />but you ever failed to tempt me. <br /> <br />My shoulders bare of savage sands took you by surprise, <br />the freckles played games in the lolling sea. <br />and it could not pull us apart, you and me. <br /> <br />Your body began to quiver when the gusts arrived. <br />with conspiracy behind moonlight and mountain. <br />Spilling droplets with slang stinging drag. <br />In time. They all took a stab at you. <br />They threw their robes at you, <br />smothering your decadence with their virtue <br /> <br />farewell avid tier <br />farewell sunshine <br />cats cradle! Cats cradle.<br /><br />jerome moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cats-cradle-cats-cradle/