KIRIE’S KISS by David Erdos - Poem 8 from AT THE GATES

 

KIRIE’S KISS

 

 

 

Saint Francis of Assisi cared hard, as does she through

Her purpose, but Kirie’s kiss is not wasted as the love

It represents is for souls housed in an animal’s skin

As opposed to the men she has honoured, as she granted

 

Them sex through work, her protection for those

Without voice warmed the cold - which stems from the cruelty

Life grants. As a saviour of strays, the cats and dogs calm her,

For just as men grew wild before her, so this noble nature

 

Girl took them in. Letting them penetrate and crowd her,

With a penile chorale, their notes wavered from the low

Moans of wanting to the increasingly high pitch of sin.

Each ejaculation she stoked led to the precious animal

 

Fur she loves stroking. Kirie funded her love for her pets

Through her body and through her body’s use, she allowed

Men do to do what they wilt, as she in turn never wavered,

By not letting them know how she suffered, even Assisi

 

Himself would be proud. And assist her now in the fight

To find a life beyond fucking. And where she can care

For the bodies that she prizes most and her own. Along with

That of her husband who writes in the home they share now

 

Together, along with the animals that she cares for,

And who’s purity finds her blessed. Working in pornography

Was a way to find the correct care to cure her. After years

Of cocks, the cats call her, after the explicit wars raged

 

By flesh - for its own sake, when men across hardcore

Battlefields bomblast women with piss and cum and saliva;

As she gagged on girth she breathed deep, dreaming no doubt

Of a time when peace could come and stay with her,

 

And where her Egyptian derived Gods and totems would

People her rest and grace sleep. So, here is a woman who’s

Worked close to the hardest core of temptation. Her bite

Of the apple, once sour, is sweetened at last when one thinks

 

Of the years she has spent on her knees and back, her mouth

Open, ready to take what is offered, just like the wafer

And wine Christians drink. But Kirie’s kiss was not theirs.

It was for herself and those spirits who allow us to own them;

For pets, this dark petal commanded herself to the brink.

And this is a brave girl, for sure, and one who has seen more

Than most realise. She has seen men for what they are:

Through their limits the felines she loves move beyond.

 

She has been a soldier for sex. Now she needs to rest.

So assist her. Afford her the time now to find the methods

She needs to belong - beside those she loves most: the cats

She collects, the pug puppies. Grant her the fullest respect.

 

What she gave you is the purr and prayer of renewal,

Heard in the background of pornography’s grunt and song.

 

 

 

David Erdos February 15th 2021

 

For more poems from David Erdos visit The Corona Diaries collection 

David Erdos is an actor, writer, director with over 300 professional credits. He is a published poet, playwright, essayist and illustrator. He has lectured on all disciplines in theatre and film for leading performing arts colleges, schools and universities around the world. His books include EASY VERSES FOR DIFFICULT TIMES, THE SCAR ON THE CLOUD, OIL ON SILVER, NEWS FROM MARS, CHANGING PLACES WITH LIGHT (penniless press) and BYZANTIUM with the photographer Max Reeves. He is a contributing editor for The International Times and maker of documentaries all over the world. David’s work has been acclaimed by many leading figures including Harold Pinter, Heathcote Williams, Alan Moore, Andrew Kotting, Chris Petit and Iain Sinclair in whose recent book THE LAST LONDON, David features. He can be reached at David.erdos@sky.com.

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