She Loves Me Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Her iron corset covers vulnerability
Pierce armor of the enlightenment
Dragon hearts sly like black whips
I search the castle motes
Piranha smiles
At one time she loved me
Now, she can only own
Collect and cage
She sets me free to roam the soul
A mentor of a Queen of noble blood

I am free like classical art
Nature blossoms before the moonlight
Mountains with streams
Rivers and palm trees
Fields older than poetry
Deep inside where the garden grows
Rain on the orange groves
White mushroom clouds bright with sun
She tells me of mixing colors
We paint without chains

Reverence before the redwood trees
Land as mystical as wizards
We walk and talk of elves
We sing of the ancient angels
By the sea we hail the maritime ghosts
Once we were in time
Once we were contradictions
Now we are lighter than air
The dungeons are gone
Once again, She Loves Me