STING

STING

The Master told her
a page
is like a lover
waiting to
be touched

demanding
to be explored

at which
point she frowned
not
  fot the first time

reminding him, with
due respect
       as his student
with
    so much
   to learn

that the words on
some pages
are satirical, no
nonsense

cut
  to the bone

carry a sting
sharply pointed, venomous,
touch
   them at
your peril

not big
on that
love-touch thing