Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Dark Muse

Eros has crawled from the church grave
Chained like a renascence talon
This fire makes me write
Now the shadow wings fly
Dionysus dances with a New Orleans witch
Mirth has come like a panthers hiss
Leaflets strewn on the red lions wand
Her black corset warped in sin

Come from your graves and hide in desire
Eros is the pilgrimage of feminine dungeons
Phantoms of the Chloe pillow
Love must begin with blood
Ghosts lay me from her poetry
Foundations of moonlight castles
My bedroom is softly invaded
The hour of the silk muse has come

Have you ever reached into orgastic darkness
Have you felt the peering of wet eyes
I have sinned in your licentious visitations
I know longer want the saintly
How many women make love wearing heels
The room is still silence yet the candle flickers
Her stockings are fishnet ghosts
Is something in my room
Yes, it is you my dark muse

Submitted: Friday, March 01, 2013
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