CRUSHED

We cavorted with
Essentially a stranger
For a brief time-
It taught me textbooks full
Of information about myself...

To think what I could learn
From such a moment with
This teacher of touch,
Her breasts and yours,
Our three mouths kissing!

That fresh immeasurable joy
Of discovery
When you told me that
Your crush was her,
The same person as mine

Crumbled into ash
That I carry around with me
In a stupid little urn
When you told me
"She can never know."