Michael Neal Morris

Put your breath on my back
and forget the dark, my fat stomach,
the words I forgot
and kiss my shoulder. Say
nothing into my working ear.
I already know your fears
and my failure to allay them.
Touch me first, there.
Forget the falls we can’t rise from
and the losses of hair and memory
and the memories we can’t neglect.

I don’t want to make, but be, love.
I don’t want to be in as much as
make from this love,
not a child, except the one I am,
present, like a gift making me
generous. And light. I’m so
damn ready to be light.


Michael Neal Morris has published short stories, poems, and essays in a number of print and online venues. He most recent books are naked and Recital Notes, Volume I. Collections of his work are listed at Smashwords and Amazon. He lives with his family just outside the Dallas area, and teaches at Eastfield College.
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Read more from Michael Neal Morris: Farce With Dick and Jane; The Chimes; The Extremist