Blood Red Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Blood Red



Emerald Starlings in dreams of pink
You make me want to be a man
Silk stockings around my neck
So many are so boring
Their righteousness like filthy rags
But You my darling...
You are a real sinner - a real saint
Our tears as deep as our laughter
Our desire unquenchable
Our bed as wild as a shark

Volcanoes erupt in my soul
She wrestles with death
We kiss deep in the sea of pain
Those who loose loved ones know
Those on the outside of childhood
Sex the aphrodisiac of loneliness
Tempest will never leave me
She makes love like a vampire
True as a fire burning hungry
Do we love one another? Of course!

I paint her toe nails blood red

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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