Thorns Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Basking in the blue sorrow of goodbye
She hides a tear by her Roman bath
Love teaches us of times burning fire
Gentle mother gone like a flower
Have you seen the hurting in your world?
Those that suffer alone grow weary
I withdraw into a desert
Burned by the mercy of selfishness

Every arrogant gesture is karma
Every kiss without hope a thief
Moonlight punishes me
Can you raise the dead
I seek pain to cover profound pain
We see each other on a vast sea
We collect the rubies of the dead
Sensitivity of a Roman Sword

She comes to me like Byron's death
Language of carved jade
Rodin's passion
The flowers of evil sigh in the breeze
Tempted by the ground of being
Furnace of sultry sweet whispers
My bed is a castle of chains
Poetry as sweet as silk stockings

Light dissipates like the Moonlight Sonata
Poised vampires as cultured as coffins
The polite barb and innuendo
Burning stars of the gothic chloe
Sapphires with blood like her magnificent lips
The collectors ravage each others wolves
High on the pinnacle the dark world breeds
The sensitive feel thorns like pensive whips

She walks shrouded in nights savage beauty