By Ivy Stevens-Gupta, alumna, Central New York Center–Syracuse Unit
January 12, 2012
You magically opened a door,
Somehow finding the hidden key.
Unleashing a deep fervor for you
That was concealed inside of me.
You cradled my naive face
In your gentle yet knowing hand,
Voices of Cole and Fitzgerald,
Intensify ambience planned.
Ambiguously you devote
All that is genuine in you.
Libidinous behavior I
Discover if chemistry is true.
Each time it lacerates my soul.
Immoral actions take their toll.