Her eyes are the sun
to me
for when they set on me
I weep
I swoon
Her lips
I feel against my own
and I melt
we are of one consciousness
one soul
in my dreams that is
in person my coward’s tongue
bounds me to silence
the professor cries class dismissed
and I pack up my notebook
and my pencil
and head to my next class
counting down the minutes till
I see Kelsey
again
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