Grey matter

I wish I could scoop up your pretty head

and plunge my hand, tool and talon,  

past the opulent orb of your sea green eye

and touch grey matter. Would it matter


that your eyes closed for the last time,

if I could cop-a-feel of the cogs

in your clockwork mind; learn learn learn

my mistakes? Fix so many breaks? 


Surrender yourself silently

and submit to my desire.

I will open you up, look, and gorge.