untitled

you of extra-ordinary
beautygrace; you of evil descent
you will not leave me to my rooms
for thought or reflection,
you will not taste upon my cheeks
the salted rivers of desire
or regret.

you will not tear through any piece of me
with you right eye
or your left,
nor will you intrude upon my softer dreaming
with anything delicate about your face,
the lips especially.

you will not change my view on humanity,
you will not prod me towards any sort
of belief i've previously dis-proved

or,
then

you might.


~jay morgans

unabridged

her tongue knows how
to speak pleasure
onto skin
and comfort
to a penitent ear.

the words,
much like the licking,
are alive and
dancing
some sort of
celebration.

and her face---
it has more definition
than
Webster's 10th.

~jay morgans