A lover once taught me shapes of fair, fragile snowflakes,
Their pockets of space designing mass and configuration
As much as frozen rain mists, cloud-fallen and drifting.
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Another one telescoped me the distance and size of stars,
Colored me planetary pictures of rings and ovals, spheres
In spotty galaxies smudged by gaseous gems on sky maps.
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One modeled his lessons to me in structured time slots,
Configured inside meetings and lunch, clocking out hour
And over-time pay shifts, allowances for home absence.
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And yet another, this one, schooled me in the art of love,
A rare calligraphy of swirling letters adorning words in
Poems and stories that beat true passion into thick skin.
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All of these and more have lent a lesson to have and hold
By imagery water-colored on silk screen partitions placed
Between my heart and ribs, thighs and brain, sculpting me.
In the gaze of the other 
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