Your lovers are superficial post cards <br />You twist every word with your hunger <br />I am the lion of Libra <br />You are the silk of a prison <br />We echo the wars of the flesh <br />Worldly Egypt <br /> <br />Recluse as guilt <br />Profound as shame <br /> <br />Now the citadel has a light <br />The tower is a beacon <br />High tides bring in ancient prayer <br />Maybe we can be together <br />Maybe revelry was only a mask <br />There in the broken moonlight <br />There in the despair of self will <br />We see the truth <br /> <br />Love hides like a broken dream <br />In this short life you are a friend <br /> <br />Canticles of Joyce <br />Paris has poetry that haunts me <br />You are a regal woman of sorrow <br />Godly sorrow that makes me repent <br />We are joined like two catacombs <br />We are the prayers of old fires <br />Forsake not the assembly of compassion <br />Insight is a family <br />We are the Holy Family of deep love<br /><br />Joseph Narusiewicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-family/
