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
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