Wednesday, April 4, 2012

School Never Did Interest Me Much


If you forget me,
I want you to know

I want to be a scholar.

Teach me
The language of you
Every accent
Every dialect

I want to learn every tense
I want to master the prose of your skin

Teach me
The geometry of your emerald eyes
When they
Meet mine

I want to learn each theorem
I want to know each conic section of your gaze

Teach me
The chemistry of us
Every kiss
Every embrace

When your tender lips brush my flesh
I want to learn the proper chemical bond

I want to be a scholar in the ways
Of you
Of us
Of this

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