you

I want to learn you

not like geometry or Plato,

nor will I just major in you.

I want to lead seminars

on your thigh crease,

discover and name

moles like constellations,

meet and greet each toe, 

be a professional reference 

for your baby-haired neck, 

hold muscle memory tight

as petals at your furrowed brow,

map the geography of your spine,

finally, retire between the islands

of your shoulders drifting

among summertime freckles

sweet refuge after decades

outstanding in my field

no hanging awards,

no prize, no merit badge,

just savor in the joy 

of knowing you.