Grace And Fire Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Grace And Fire
Graze the fields of the erotic
Memories like wet thighs
Is it over?
Never
The fire burns again
Who walks like a princess
it is the fighter
the woman of the socialists
she sees injustice
volunteers in quiet ways
She longs for my touch
the hot coals of balance
hearts in sexual bodies
hearts of mercy and justice
hearts with a red pedicure
Hearts of grace and fire
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