Blue House
She is the water of Isis
Sea as blue as freedom
I reach for the night candle
The moon rises like a pearl
We are the vast shore
Oh lady of pain come home
Silence is the roar of the lioness
I am weak with pleasure
Your mountains are plush
Your sunset orange joy
I am the knees of Egypt
I am her waiting lover
Come home
Please come home
I feel her breath
A blue house waits in the oaks
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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