"Love Music" by Garfield N. Morgan You play the strings of my heart, Like the angels of lore play on their harps. But I dare not object to the melody. Something about it is pleasing to me. Like the way you stick your tongue in my mouth, Teasing, flickering in and out, Or the way you lie with your head on my chest, Long after the tremors, Still undressed. But I believe your true talent lies In playing soft solos with your eyes, Looking way past the outer cool Deep inside, to find the fool.