teacher
you had put
the longing's music
in my soul, pairing it
with discreet tones
of your whispers
to explore me gently
in all my existence
using subtlety and
the tender sweetness
of your entity,
you manipulated
meticulously,
like a pharmacist,
my flower's essence
patiently and friendly
like a teacher, insisting
on whatever subject,
and like a perfumer,
who keeps equilibrium
on the playground love,
you styled the answers
so savagely you had set
the longing's music
in my soul paired with
Do-Si-Do ingredients
of the nightrider you are,
the chef of my fantasies
