Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Logo of the sun
Beginnings and change
Planting seeds that will grow
Echoes of the lonely heart
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Space between the kisses
Paris blue art
Color like the melting candle
Delivered from restrictive structure
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The wind blows her perfume
Words are fragrant kisses
Invisible elements of the soul
You return to me like the salmon
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Refuge like a child sees a Christmas tree
The surprise of love
Baby your eyes bring me songs
We all need songs
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What dark sea holds thee from me
We have felt the grave of Keats
Young dying poetry
Gather the garlands of the womb
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She likes her cats more than humans
She has sex with men she doesn't love
When they like her cats she puts out
I wish she would clean her cat box more
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Edge of the thorns of vulnerability
We wait for bliss like a dream
Addiction where the rain is fire
She touches me with ancient knives
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Fangs behind the lush evening
Razor teeth like falling stars
The subjective without priorities
Her eyes like Cleopatra’s whip
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The dark rain falls
Some say it is a sanctuary
Some fear the deep caverns
Fog in the morning jungle
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Solstice elves quiet as a fox
Light and snow on the morning pines
Vivaldi writes for the seasons
Symphony of grace and beauty
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