<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427286" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Widow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Candle red as requiem<br>Words burn forever<br>Out the city door there is wings<br>Take your place on the stage<br>Find your face amidst the rage<br>Don Juan separates sex from love<br>Covered in silk consciousness<br>Hades waits like the prowling lion<br>Her lovers are masks<br>Her mirror of greedy self destruction<br>Now evening has come to the land<br>Everyone is living in a opium dance<br>Manipulated like a bouquet of roses<br>Her opaque smile like a barbiturate spell <br>She wants to be my horizon<br>The dead wait patiently for her kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some can only chase and capture<br>Recite the angst dreams beneath the metallic<br>Recite the sphinx mind of morning’s pain<br>Recite your cryptic love like a bird in flight<br>You run from me like you run from life<br>Can love heal or is that a child’s rhyme? <br>Steal the attention like a Chloe of Paris<br>Who are you or is that question gone? <br>Her beauty is dark like a polished moon<br>Earth Goddess with spells like castles<br>No soul mate, no rings, no bridesmaids<br>Postmodern fragments desperate for sanctuary<br>Idols of Ashteroth’s wet incantations <br>Islands like severed dreams <br>Intimacy has left her conscious mind<br>Chasm of the soulless new women</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am something from the past<br>Autonomy replaces order<br>Religion of self<br>Freedom the relentless pursuit of pleasure<br>Black silk stockings with 6 inch heels<br>Heart cut off from the sea of Spirit<br>New myths of sexual fulfillment<br>New culture of genocide love<br>The moment like a monument of collapse<br>Pastels gone like a child’s first kiss <br>What hurt you so bad? Was it incest? <br>Was it rape? Was it unrequited love? <br>Thick make up dressed in black<br>The times bury the soul alive<br>Her arms of empty tombs<br>Her arms can never hold me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a new widow who has buried love</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=427286" data-title="The New Widow de Joseph Narusiewicz" data-description="Candle red as requiem Words burn forever Out the city door there is wings Take your place on the stage Find your face amidst the rage Don Juan separates sex from love Covered in silk consciousness Hades waits like the prowling lion Her lovers are ..."></div> </div> </div>

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