Leather Soul Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Her leather soul filled with nihilism
Soft nihilism covered in chocolate sex
Her rule a cage of fools

I am the ironic believer
Sitting like a precipice of glass
Salvation is never a random game

We are one muse
Inspirited by illusion
You dress for the halls of death

Clocks like silk kingdoms
Hiding in time knowing life is glorious
Gorged in elegant death

Black leather perfume
You ask me if I am true
I am the blue you reject

Her red fingernails of horror
Her back silk stockings of prison
Stilettos punish me like vampires

Leather soul in relentless wet night