Shakespeare class:
We're supposed to be studying Othello,
but I think of the sonnets,
and how I could write five to you
in the time it takes the professor to
explain the assignment.
Humanities:
Well, you're sitting right there...
handsome and alive and close to my heart
so I don't need any help imagining you.
Writing Fiction:
My personal area of expertise,
(aside from poetry)
and I have to reign myself back
from the runaway thoughts
concerning your shadowy eyes,
kissable lips,
comfortable chest...
Even when you're not here,
you're distracting.
Thank you.
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