Correcting lines,
Painting new stripes with clear coded markings,
Her curiosity is like an allergy to the heart,
Constantly craving to itch, but my reach is coming up short,
Torturing me with her innocent smile; a blushing cheek,
Eyes glowing in the direction of the teacher; an aspiring Jedi,
All I gave her was an answer,
A simple coat of honesty like armor to the Knight,
Abstractly patching together a robe of consistency,
She absorbs my words like a bubble attaching itself to another; becoming the giant,
An ever growing cloud of thought steaming fatter and fatter with the act of knowing,
I gush inside with the discovery of my own blemish to language,
My absent mind on autopilot as I glide into her turbulence,
Eyes completely stuck in this string of moments, one after the other,
I sit on my porch and wait for them to come home.