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Lessons From The Student

Sweet delicate premise
When the glint of his laughter catches itself in the corners of his eyes
His conviction sets him alight
-borrowing from childlike innocence
The fumes embrace my body like the scent of incense

Hands wide he peels me apart
-but never too gently
And with the same ease his fingers gather me
-holding me against his earthy strength
The foliage of trees withstanding years past
He is frenzied dazzle and fire
-I am messy glitter and desire

When he is circled by the primatively possessive  fragrance of my love
- Just the thought of him enchants me
They say we are slaves to the toxic dance of our own heartbeats
- But I remain intoxicated by his clutch
How do we rotate in each other's gravity while uncertain of so much?

So I return home to the only place I feel like I belong
- The spaces we can't help but exist in always seem so wrong
Faces in the crowd: the sparks that ignite time and time again
- But we are addicted to this most righteousness sin
And when I alone
- I am haunted by the places he may have been
Yet he moves me every time when he indulges himself in my skin


He tells me to aim higher
-To do better
He beams with pride when I trust myself and let go
- And when he looks back I hope knows
All I ever wanted to be was a love letter that fed his soul

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