Creative Exercise

Put your mouth on my eyelids and kiss me where I’ve been blessed.  Bless me, bless you

darling  

said goodbye last night.  He meant to leave before the sun rose, but he just stood in the doorway not ready to 

forget

me, forget you.  The thing is, we can’t forget and that’s the curse we carry as 

humans

we’re designed with a purpose.  What is this purpose?  Well, we’ve forgotten over time.. Oh wait I just said we can’t forget; Humans too are full of 

contradictions

fall like dandruff from your hair, time and time again, as your fingers snap to the cheery beats and your eyes sob for your 

sorrow

left us dry and with no rain, left us basking in our shame, baking, blistered by our

pain

bleeds, but that blood soon scabs and when it’s dry and bitter you can flake it right 

off

on, off, on, off.  The light switch gets sick.  I like it better with the lights 

on

my skin, the flesh of a womb, you cum so happily 

content

is something I’ve found that I pray to God I never lose.  I pray to God I still find 

fulfillment

is a prism shaped word that sits charming and dazzling on the imagination of my 

tongue

tasting, I long to taste the flavor, and when I do I’ll smile, full.

j-r-morgan

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