When The Student Is Ready
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reminiscent of the teacher’s pet
straight backed, arm reaching
eyes silently screeching
pick me, pick me
again I’m seven
begging for attention
but this time not because I know
instead craving to be known
unlike the proper girl of twenty one
conscious to keep my knees
locked to your indecorous meditation
respectfully declining your consideration
I have, Professor, grown
now desperate to be taught
I yearn to learn and lie
open as a teasing butter cup
surely there are doors
uncharted and concealed
lead me to their arcane locks
entrust your mysterious key
my eager soul beckons, purged of fear
judgeless as a child
receptive as a bloom
it's time dear sage, that you appear