Jennifer Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Dials turn the moon toward you
Purple holes destabilize my dreams
Hungry dreams of Jennifer’s tubes
Turns of the sweet silk dials

Vermeer mixes color
Passion is refined
Passion of the celestial Aphrodite
Music in thick smoke of a lava lamp

Incense like thighs of the wolves eyes
She lets the butterfly touch my mind
Ghosts have seized the red vase
Blood travels in a carriage of fire

Certainty is only an impression of love
Chakras open the new pink flowers
Wet labia showers the golden collar
Jennifer like Monroe with a new pedicure

Gates open the Chicago blues
Fountains of the volcano
Is the wind a whip of the vulva?
War and Peace in the heat of the soul

Jennifer reclines like a sate lioness breeding