kindle-garden

As a former educator, I find my mind is tantalized
Teased to limits I have only dreamed of exploring
From A 2 Z you could teach me the facts of life
The degree I would earn for every lesson learned
Could not be measured on scales of Fahrenheit
Yet the heat brings blood to a boil that only sweat can cool
Fires rage that only flowing rivers can drowned in rain
The meter in your verse causes quakes in abandoned lands
But even barren deserts have life brimming beneath rocks
Your words have raised the dead from ghosts within my head
That haven't seen the light of day or darkened lips in many moons
Your force is strong enough to make Vader's dark side blush
Glowing with bright red passion that begs for a white lightning rush
I would fill your blackboard with promises to be silent in your class
But promises are made to be broken like sticks of writing chalk
So after class you can take the lead and we can take a private walk...

(Inspired by DomistLoral and her poem "Kindergarten of Sex")