The speckles in the sky
Want nothing else but you
So soon
But yet can’t wait
A guilt almost worth it.
United seems too desirous
Too now
Too pleasing
To wait for right
And respect in You.
Lessons tease
Emotion and ecstasy.
I’ve forgotten and long for teaching
But how can so many hours
Be hummed in passion
When emptying is now
And impulsive.
This is what it means
To be
In love
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