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"He Talked" (Villanelle)

I have to confess that this is not 0ne of my best villanelles, but it’s fun for the season.  (Note that it has been edited for public consumption!)

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He talked

He talked in ways I’d never heard before,
huskiness clustered around “ma’am” and “sir.”
I thought I knew a lot, till he taught more,

which was great, at first–school’d become a bore–
his Georgian sweetness an exotic lure–
he talked in ways I’d never heard before.

Buckskin oxfords too, that he truly wore–
a suede white, yes, still white they were.
(I thought I knew so much till he taught more.)

Soon every night would find him at my door,
I’d pull him in, mind blushing, face a blur,
as he talked in ways I’d never heard before.

With skin, with hands, but, above all, speech, he swore
such love to my parts, oh so cocksure.
I thought I knew a lot, till he taught more,

and could not hear enough, till new words bore
down hard—”visiting,” “girlfriend,” a nameless “her.”
He talked in ways I’d never heard before.
I thought I knew a lot, till he taught more.

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