Let’s go back
back to school, break a few rules
sneak out back under the bleachers
pretend we are teachers
experience the passion of
unbridled love
then do it again, feel skin against skin
’til we get it right, grade A+
as breathing resembles a laborer
working overtime.
Let’s go, time to fly
reach stars, collide as though we wrote
the book on lust
deeper than imagination ever ventured
with trust…