I love to say your name, it's like candy
in my mouth. I love to say your name,
it's like saltwater taffy.
When I steal a look at your eyes
it's like I'm shoplifting in a j**elry store,
and my heart's arrested
when you catch me.
What an old fool I am.
You are my student, raw and strange,
a genius monster with long dark hair,
a baseball cap, and flip-flop sandals.
Though it burns my lips like chili lipstick
and licks with vodka flame
bitter, hot and arctic,
I love to say your name.
Should our two storms combine
we'd be like his and hurricanes, we'd plow
acres of disaster and after would arrive
a peculiar kind of fame, a dog
that through the ruins yaps and sniffs
and wags its tail excited by the shame.
I have nightmares of us
on the quad. Outside of cla**
what would we talk about -
your mom and dad, your iPod?
And suppose you had a special girl?
How terrible for me to learn
you were not miserable.
Still, it's a gift to know impossible love.
Think of Petrarch and how he pined for Laura.
I, too, sing of amorous suffering.
But because I sing of you
it's not for nothing.