Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Rest on shores with lost Pompeii
Molten red silk disguises ideology
Control the mother of serpents
Burgundy tapestry covers conceit
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Out from the caves
Kelp shores in the moon
We wait
Crying like falling stars
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Every woman is a flower waiting to blossom
We are not toys
We are not things to be collected
No one can be owned by another
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Frothy sea of intangible beauty
You own my ways
I drift like sea gulls
Soar with winds of mystic sails
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Sate beaches of dawn
Her brass bed wet
Elegant words like aqua roses
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Does the darkness inspire you
Swimming in your aquarium
Revelling like a garbage heap
Decaying in the oceans
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Your brine desire soaks the night
Golden flesh now supple and drying
You have brought the living rain
Verdant dreams where children laugh
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Cover me in cyan rivers
Open the hidden laughter
I am the naked blue thorns
The victims of rude steel
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Liberty in your poetry
Characters like brush fires
We are the supple forests of summer
We have lost our mirrors
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