You are long and protruding
in all the right places.
I walk along your shoulders
and imagine lips to skin.

I have been memorizing the angles
under your eyes, wrapping
down and around your
lips. So delicately harsh.

Your slender hands bend me,
those achingly long fingers
stretch around my brain,
leave labyrinth prints to trace.

Lazy olive eyelids open
and two shades of brown
collide. Folded in a blink
and left to melt on the pavement.

I stare when you turn away,
and follow a freckled path
from your throat to your cheekbones.
I have been walking for months.

These dripping thoughts splatter
the wall. You've seen them.
I hear it in your moaning gaze,
in the smirk you wear like a pin.

04/01/2004

Author's Note: Written about one of my professors.

Posted on 04/08/2006
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