David was cultured,
like a pearl with the
entire world inside him.
I was his carbon—
not a diamond—
but a faded copy.

As a child, I saw things as concrete.
As a teenager, I saw things as abstract.
As an adult, I saw them as I wanted to see them.

His knowledge attracted me,
his talent inspired me,
his passion for beauty excited me,
his food nourished me,
his words spiritually uplifted me.

David was my priest,
in whom I confessed my love;
my Prophet, who painted my future
with even brushstrokes;
my King, the ruler of my body.

The female students loved David,
the male students wanted to be him.
I was the lucky one,
for he loved me back,
& had made me like him.