She Loves Sex Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Dice on a surreal table
Seventy languages thundering
The dream is warm with little rabbits
Fields to run in
Stars with no graves
Forests out the car window
Dwarfs and the elephant man
Your father doesn’t visit
The lover mother on my quilt

She opens the doors to paradise
Little cabins with flowers
Stones that breathe
Seas singing with poems
Art and lithium
She was raped by her brother
She felt like a whore
Acted it out
Pregnant

Van Gogh had his brother
Everything in a yellow hell
Stigmatism without a smile
Dark mantra like a spell
Patchouli oil on silk candles
Depression on old antique chairs
Lamps reflect purple consciousness
We’re eating more vegetables
More fruits and seeds

My girl friend loves sex