The teacher said "Don't do nuthin, and...
But sittin's a somethin now, isn't it...

Swiftly sailing, over space
With unrelenting, tireless pace...

I can speak to you sweetly
I can woo you discretely...

Eyes are dry, my palms are sweaty
My clicking finger tired, but steady...

A knowing without seeing, an uninvited thought
The sound is in my bones, my heart keeping time...

Yes, I do, I do recall, a scintillating dress.
Indeed, I do, I do recall, the grace she did...

A vision pondered often still, indulging in that...
Of woman's touch so fragile much like fire's final...

Perhaps in some life come and gone
He would have wed my sister...

I don't think of kissing, much
Although you might not think it true...

Petal and stem are fleeting things;
They fade; they fall; and die away...

Although I searched for hours
For a pretty, perfect hue...

Your clothes are packed and stored away,
My own where yours had been...