Divine Moon Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

No succubus shadow shall visit tonight
Her whip waiting like spring
Fire like a pool of beauty
Warnings along the cliffs of the coast
Coast of thorns
Coast of beauty

German painter in the blue soul
Solace in her ravaging storms
Mountains with bluebills sighing
Out of the fog of Chopin
I am the victim of idolatry
Poe whispers in the bells of desire

Sun of Van Gogh
Valleys of the grapes of Aphrodite
Sirens of Homer, wanton Ulysses
Waves of the Old Man and the Sea
Desert stars like her marks
Winds of pirate ships with branded skin

Vermeer mixes his mystical color
My Lady canes my dreams into pieces
The night prowls like a silk lioness
Illusions stripped into the hunted
No more love poems
No perfume to intoxicate the cathedral

Divine moon shines on broken pieces