the boy who taught me how to live

even today, I still recall
how your eyelashes curled shyly
as if the brown hair your fingers
mussed up so tentatively
could match ebony black-holes
lit up by my starry-eyed reflection

because I was a wide-eyed pupil
during late night conversations
about physics and politics
and water filters
and messiah complexes
... and muse playing endlessly
as we fell asleep

let you teach me about the genes
that lie snug up against our hip-bones

memorized the way you taught me
to never let anyone hold me
so I could become unbreakable

but Lord, summer is upon us again
so I shall simply be content tracing
your fractured shadow in my irises