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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