Pierre-Ange

"I'd hate to not hear from you  
or see you again  
and the next time we meet  
should be at the river Seine"  
the one near his home  
and the school where he works
far from my city  
and it's brown Schuylkill murk  
he drizzles with honey  
he's slow and he's calm  
like foam  
like flower  
like fear  
he opens his palm  
he gives me his scent  
he gives me his speed  
me makes me a meal  
of teff and of mead