Mistress Of The Morning
A poem about a young woman who does not have a hangover
Published in
Apr 25, 2021
Mistress of the morning opens her eyes
Before the dawn
Mistress of the morning apprised the Sun
That it’s her pawn,
When all humans smashed
By the weight of the night
She is full of zest,
Hot, wet, and never trite
She is kind of crude and unapologetic
And I can’t stop wondering
If it’s all genetics
Is she just a marvel that I stumbled on?
I have nothing left except to kneel and fawn…
