Between Her 6 And 7th Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Bless the new moon that cast the shadow
I fall head first in
fading faithfully on the metaphorical narcotics
of once upon a never hot topic
melodic heat strokes coast inconsistently so
touching the what's left of my field soul
Blessings come sweeter
than the calculated numbers of my falling sky
capture me so and keep me held tightly
in her rapture so, victimized by her love below
and around the exhales of our passion reclined
defined helplessly and fantastically blown
out of the proportion of the dream twice deferred
and left alone to mend itself another home
Bless me not, fairytales that fade in and out
like thieves in the night
i fall head first in
the crime accused and return enthroned
in the illusion of my faking oasis
wasted vows pale the complications of my real
and not of the oppressive master of the heart and
NO more pain change and stay
through another night's game I said it all
forget the mixing of my vocabulary
I paid the cost to lose it all once more
no lost for sure, just delivery of the glass laid
peacefully across her floor, begging on both knees
for more and more bless oh new moon
I wish to fall head first in
Love please.....