Your words leave a laceration
in my mind, which i cannot alleviate from thought
Your look leaves me stunned
followed by a stern black sea of peering eyes
Your smell is a musky mixture.
demanding, and powerful.
To the touch, Your skin is a sun-worn leather
Tan, hide. deep ridges of past seasons.
A taste in my mouth, words afoot
The buds pulsing with static.
Teacher, you have taught
me only discomposure.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Prove to yourself, Colin that
I am going to become what I dreamt.
Like my surreal visions once hadden.
Looking back, it was beautiful
Justified, once again, a false move
Underestimating blundered cognition
Neuances, small, paved my journey here
Kryptonite is what you are
Illiterate, and bring back to me
Everything you once pictured in reverie.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC