in the tone of infatuation

You’re a bright light, baby, you are such a bright light,

You are shinning in my bed, lighting up our storybook under the covers

Baby I’ve been waiting for this moment for almost a year now

You with your teaching degree and me with my notebook ready for notes

I sat front row until I had to sit back row because of the electrocution risk

Your movement was fiery; your existence had me sweltering

I’d scribble fake words while my mind played a movie of you

Holding me against the whiteboard, our hands over each others mouths

And then it was no longer a play-pretend nightly fantasy

You were graduated and I was so perfectly alone

I gave you a flower and stared at your hands while you reached out

You spoke in French for me and I stopped breathing

It was too long denied and too hard to do so, but still I longed for you

When you finally came over to my bed and The Smiths were playing

I kissed you and you poured out your passion from your shaking fingertips

You tasted exactly like I always imagined

My heart frazzled out to a stop but you shocked me to life again

When you told me that you had always been so overwhelmed by me as well