Poetry- Teacher

a symphony of heavy breathing
the fast slow friction of hips
genderless faceless
anonymous
bodies clothed in satin sheets
nothing beyond the climax
holding tightly
to phone calls i knew id never make
proving again and again
im worth it
my audience momentarily captivated
moments later forgotten
needing nothing but my next challenge
empty goals for people with lives full of non me
why
because i could
because i needed approval
acceptance
a reason
maybe
fighting for an identity not otherwise defined
beyond the bedroom
im just
me
faceless
another girl in a sea of the same
that alone defines me
my lack of fitting in
to what though
what image am i supposed to be
innocent, perverse
intelligent, helpless
strong, femenine
independent, devoted
all and none
defined, undefined by things
never learned, yet me
teach me baby to be more than a climax
not a goal or a challenge
commitment
teach me
forever
unhesitatingly yours
take them
secrets fears desires
all my honesty
teach me
me
u
i knew
before i met u