I see you
Yochana
thin as wire
shiny hair
narrow nose
looking back
towards me
eyes gazing
while Miss G
at the front
of the class
talks music
Beethoven
and deafness
how he had
his piano
cut down low
to feel sound
vibrations
on his skin
how you look
towards me
Yochana
vibrates on
my skin too
I mouth words
you're sexy
towards you
your forehead
creases up
eyebrows rise
thinking out
what I've mouthed
I love it
how you are
you look back
at Miss G
and her talk
on music
Beethoven
and not me.
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