I was sharpening a new pencil
to perpetuate my perception
of your peculiarity.
when you advised me
to confront my self-misconception
I laid you on my desk
this example of absolute evenness
and let my lips demonstrate on your skin
the art of calligraphy.
a moment before your milieu
collapsed into the oblivion
on the ruins of modern morality
and multicolored pencil shavings
I felt confident in my perspective.