<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426872" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bed of Ghosts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Red wolves under the purple moon<br>She sighs like the wet tide<br>I have entered a dark door<br>Parallax lace tubes of silk<br>Covered in her golden pain<br>Eyes like castles of strange stone<br>Walls as high as broken glass<br>Maybe awakenings are over<br>Maybe the end is just a mirror<br>Is love another passport to pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the circus bells sound like thunder<br>Pigeons feed on park benches<br>She loves gargoyles on the old church<br>We walk shrouded in rain<br>Panhandlers amidst the saved<br>Gothic lights from a forest of gray<br>Her red 5-inch heels click the cement<br>Everyone in a role <br>Everyone caught like a bomb shelter<br>We wait for a libido of silk doom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">True love like a frozen river<br>Time settles sand in valleys of sorrow<br>Childhood oaks with boughs of dreams<br>No refuge in the ancient masks<br>Old swings where children played<br>First friends with granite memories<br>Joy like a vague painting, a wish<br>We hold hands under the lost neon<br>We talk of a future that already is gone<br>Make love to the images of silver swords</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She loves midnight when darkness plays<br>The romance of Ann Rice<br>Vampires with garter belts<br>Moons that seem to melt into whips<br>Actors of Eugene O’Neil<br>Tennessee Williams and Poe<br>Blues and jazz as sultry as eyeliner<br>We kiss like wild wolves<br>Lioness that prowls these streets<br>I lay on a bed of ghosts</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joseph+Narusiewicz">Joseph Narusiewicz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426872" data-title="Bed of Ghosts de Joseph Narusiewicz" data-description="Red wolves under the purple moon She sighs like the wet tide I have entered a dark door Parallax lace tubes of silk Covered in her golden pain Eyes like castles of strange stone Walls as high as broken glass Maybe awakenings are over Maybe the end..."></div> </div> </div>

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