Her Mask Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She loves the darkness
Her mind only exists in time
No forever stars
No salvation
Choice like a lioness hunting
Hunting prey vulnerable as blood
Collecting the sodden remains
Kissing with a possessed soul

Power that must die
Grandeur of the vampire
No tomorrow
Rules of self spoken pleasure
Her red nails like eternal coffins
Literature, carriage of ancient streets
Sleep in philosophical Greek gardens
Spells in the desert of the golden age

Boundaries of moonlight
Castles where actors wear chains
Paris will always find wolves
She asks me for my neck
Poems as deep as birth
Born into romance
Sifted by desire
Profound mortality

Her face decays like a candle
Pearls shine like Venus
Grand stage lit for searchers
Lust is just another exit
We hide like thieves in history
Lovers of the macabre
Now the dust settles
Her mask hung on the wall