Sunday, January 17, 2010


by Jay Coral

of that quiet night
she told me about Faust
how it sent her chills and
shook her sleepless
the ceiling opening, the walls talking
the devil is real!
her senses intact, she let me in
her wanton fear cradling in my cusp
and then i watched her sleep
the peaceful geography of her face
unscorned by any witches' spell.

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1 comment:

  1. I smell love... It's in the air...