Kerosine Kissed Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

gather your saints and find me faintly sinned
touched and wickedly grinned
I fell from her and into my diagnosis dementia
I miss her, my amphetamine, my passion
its all lost to me, my great escape have found
its solace in the arms of her religion
and all else has grown accused and accursed
of loving unfairly and too deeply
and within the warmth of allegations she called for me
to testify on the electricity she provided above the waist
and below the eyes of those who knew her face
with slow haste I caressed her taste from the distance
with a Judas kiss blown across a room of unfamiliar
dream chasers, truth philosophers, blood givers
I gave her up to the lord of war
and she lost her love with my back turned
and my face cold with every tear uncured missing her
so I ran back into who I used to be
gathering faithfully her demons from me
I wrote of configurations beneath the gospels of identity
shamed and listed across the constellations of man's hand
and grazing reality tenderly I ask for redemption.....