My professor’s delicate hands
were adept and able--ample even--
for turning fluttery pages
searching for prophetic passages
that would illuminate
our love/lust
completely inappropriate
relationship.
Romeo speaking to Juliet,
Eloisa writing to Abelard,
standing before a lectern
he discussed past lovers
with their sturdy walls
and cosmic continents
between them.
He was awed
by inevitability--
that those characters
still yearned
upon every reading--
and that I adored
his lanky frame
and nearsightedness.
T. L. Sherwood lives beside Eighteen Mile Creek in Western New York. Her work has appeared in The Rambler, Eclectic Flash and The Vestal Review. She occasionally blogs here: T. L. Sherwood.
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