The Teacher

Where did you put her mind,
when you stole it?
What did you do with the pieces
of her heart,
when you broke it?

Why did you call her
to sit at your feet,
playing this game you started
why didn't you finish it?

Why will she pine for your caress
like a traveler starving, thirsty
waiting, drowning, restless?

Why does she love the ache
that your apathy creates?

What potion did you force her to drink
The ebb of reason abates..
It is impossible for her to think
Without your smile, condoning
her amorous state
this star crossed affairs
dictates her fate.

Thoughts are corrupted by desire
and the wanton child,
sitting, burning on Loves Pyre
kisses your feet...

But a teacher, he sees her,
she is just a child,
himself merely grown over her
She adores him ,
yet he is out of her reach,

His student,
her heart an instrument,
he instructs her in the art of this ancient game
With her soul, the chords of this instrument
He plays a primordial melody
Inscribed by the hands of time
embedded ,
with the breath in both their lives,

He plays the melody of
The affection of that teacher for his ward
the lust of the student,
for his embrace,
She washes his feet with her tears.

10/27/10