THANK YOU, Tess, at Magpie Tales...
LESSONS
I held close a towel,
tousled my hair,
let traces of love
drift like sap
down the drain.
You whispered
a bit of a Sonnet
that came to mind,
"Thou art now
the world's fresh ornament"...
Your fingers strummed my spine,
setting a place on my back.
I'll just pretend
I slept the night through,
not let a trickle of sweat
shine my brow,
as I teach the morning's lesson.
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... as schoolboys fantasize?
ReplyDeleteHi Helen-
ReplyDeleteI guess it has to start somewhere..very good...thanks!!
Writing like that is another of "the world's fresh ornaments." Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis reeks of the type of love that spawns Galaxies
ReplyDeleteGood memory! they do sustain us-
ReplyDeleteNone of my teachers could have written this, back in the days when I was a schoolgirl- they were all as old as Methuselah! LOL
ReplyDeleteHi Berowne-
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your words...thank you...
Hi Kutamun-
ReplyDeleteWow! Always wanted to be queen of the universe...thanks!!
Hi izzy-
ReplyDeleteAlas...memory fleeting...thanks!!
Hi Jinksy-
ReplyDeleteNor mine, I'm sure...ah, fiction!! Thank you..
Ah, right off we can slip within her being. Quite refreshing and romantic, yet clearly her classmates were far from her thoughts this day.
ReplyDeleteAs a teacher, I well, relate to this!!
ReplyDelete:D
in naked glory, I forget myself
Hi Karen S.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your lovely words..."slip within her being"...
Hi gautami tripathy-
ReplyDeleteSo glad this could reach you! Thanks so much...
I always wondered what the lives of my teachers were like...
ReplyDeleteHi Tess-
ReplyDeleteLittle known facts! Thanks, Tess...
sensual and sassy! Have a great week!
ReplyDeleteHi Kathe W-
ReplyDeleteThanks..I like that combo!! And a great week to you too...
Super beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHi dori-
ReplyDeleteBeautiful comment! Thanks so much!!