Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

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

Gone With The Dark One


Out of primitive dawn gold rings
Dark as indigo earth clasping emeralds

The stars were young when I loved you
You laid there in the evening fog
Your blood was cold like sanity
We awoke in the dew of purple legions
Shaped like a red forest with an orange river

You are a siren of Italy calling in the wind
Your legs swoon like the Black Sea
Captives with chains of moons
Myth is the fire of love and passion
You are Gothic roses in a black castle

Do mansions in New Orleans see
Eyes that look at me like frosted fields
Do you feel ghosts like silk fingers
England is a field of azure thorns
Come to me with the wisdom of violet

I love you like an ancient harp
She has gone with the Dark One

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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