Teacher

TEACHER He was black, silky and warm as if the caressing breeze of a perfect summer evening was suddenly somehow visible Golden as wine, she shone with the sun – a goddess of day who danced in the light that flowed like honey in the plazas of Spain Engaged in the practice of emotional arson, he ignited a flame that excited the mind, spread into the soul, burned out of control and the halo she wore was like a solar corona in a perfect eclipse This professor of design, doctor of desire, señor de amor and much more, he discovered that teaching is hard and wisdom defined like the soft edge of shadow in the city of night, that the traffic in knowledge, narcotic, seductive, may wail like the blues whose rhythms at midnight eventually moan in the wet streets of morning, where the ache of remembrance and the contours of error will en-frame every woman he sees thereafter Emanuel Carter