rather daring david

rather daring david
wore legwarmers like a woman.
When it rained,
slid into class in his yellow slicker,
reigned with his artist's hands,
hot with heaven.
Push,
he said. Pull. Stop.
What
he said,
what he meant,
when he said anything was
anyway never nearly enough.
Rather daring david,
compulsively creative, a
credit to Connecticut,
wrote songs in Russian
howled when his hands
refused to stay on the strings.
(his slippery skin, her
incisors on his wrist) and
rather than respond, became
the teacher,
the teaser,
taking his time. The heat
in his hands,
the heartbeat controlled
created and man man
manufactured. Push,
he said.
Pull. Stop.