Out Of Perspective Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Fangs behind the lush evening
Razor teeth like falling stars
The subjective without priorities
Her eyes like Cleopatra’s whip
Everything blown out of proportion
First things first make life have focus
My focus is her black 6 inch high heels
My idol Your silk stockings posses me
Fishnet thighs wet like an exotic fountain
Succulent religion of a woman’s tongue

Out of perspective in the wild moonlight
Intense hour compressed like a century
My bed haunted by lush liquid dreams
Some men rise slowly like soaring angels
I have stopped and drank from a golden sea
Vanquished on islands of your moans
Your pheromones like chains of Athena
Your red finger nails brighter than fire
Some lovers are like sweet holes in the sky
Everything is out of perspective