A wedding present for a friend.

In another life with you,
after service in a churchyard.
I say "if you win, do I lose?"
as stars rip themselves apart.

The teacher let's herself loose
with no remorse or restraint.
her gown hit's the floor as a truce,
she's to modest to constrain.

With no need to connect,
yet so unsatisfied.
she will look at the reject
and say "galaxies collide!"

like a stray cat ready to play
with an annoying raven.
My teacher smiles when I say
"I assume you kiss like a pagan!"