Daniel Edward Moore
Winter 2026 | Poetry
That’s What Porn Stars Are For
To offer the angelic realm
a vascular vision of beauty.
To decorate the soul of
every stranger with desire.
To make the credits holy
even if the condom breaks.
To demonstrate religiously the
blessing of raw thoughts.
To hold the eyes accountable
for making blindfolds pretty.
To untie the noose of right
with wrong’s sweaty hands.
To make sure pleasure’s seed
survives the moral winter.
To prove that lips and tongue
give celluloid its glory.
To defend the body’s empire
with all hands-on deck.
To give the dying one last chance
of being loved to death.
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His work has appeared in Southern Humanities Review, North American Review and more. His work is forthcoming in The Meadow, The Chiron Review, Nine Mile Magazine, and The Mid-Atlantic Review. His book, “Waxing the Dents,” is from Brick Road Poetry Press.