Little Teacher

I remember you, Little Teacher

I remember, dear friend
when we were so very young:
You were younger than I
And I so taken with you
Your ripening freneticity electric
like small leaves in a spring rain
so much motion, even then
I couldn't keep up, I tried:
I was young, too, but parted.
Do you remember we had sex?
-walking together after decades;
we had sex, then what?
Were you glad, sad, mad?
It was moments: you were warm
whispering furtive assurance -
to me? to you? I wanted you
and your motion, too.
Unaware your magnetic strength.
I have never forgotten either, but
nothing happened, as if it hadn't:
the walking, the laughing,
the words at night with beer,
the talks, hand holding anticipating
long life from here - time shared!
None of that happened, did it?
Is that remembering?

11/14 Aurora