Student Love

The boy’s fresh faced, 18, big smile

underwear hangs below his shorts, he’s a kid

still growing,

legs strong, he hugs me, steps away—

In twenty years thick bellied,

bright eyes dulled with office work,

his children’ll pout in the


Better get in bed with him on top of me now

laughing at my pot belly

before decades pass, bring our bony skulls whispering

to the hospital bedside.