Dark Women Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Dark Women



Sheltered abyss in the spongy brain
You abhor yourself
Like a specimen in a bell jar
She walks with groping sorrow

Byron hides his foot
Poetry from the shirking sun
What is art?
A lament, a primal yarn

Lincoln is dead
Her dark red fingernails scratch
Sumptuous self-pity in golden rules
Poe relaxes like a drug addict

Grovel in the mire of existential women
Your splits unravel like a storm
Black silk panties and whips
I like dark women

Dark Women
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: night
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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