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Savant-like
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English poems
The flux of current
lured you to bed
pinning me
to the cool silk.
The extreme temperature
forced the grease
to bathe us:
your lips’ pressure on mine,
your traveling hands,
and the culmination
of the night.
In nostalgia
we discovered:
You mastered every detail
but could not reason.
I banished reason
to deflect emotion.
