as I sit overlooking this day’s group of testers
I am not really in the room
my body occupies space
that much is true
and my eyes track the surroundings
for both my, and the safety
of my incarcerated students…
all the while
I am with her –
I imagine holding her warm body
close to mine
offering soft kisses
and gently stroking her delicate cheek
leaning in so that I am able to better smell
the hint of lavender and coconut oil
mingling with light incense
and the innocence of unconditional love…
these fragrances send my mind to spinning
like a youth after their first real whisky drunk    
unable to properly focus, I examine my other senses
touching her,
listening to her heart beat play percussion
to a slow, steady, rhythmic breathing
periodically experiencing a loving coo
as she too is totally entranced by the moments we share…
placing my mouth on the curves of her body
tasting faint salt
and oatmeal goats milk soap
and an essence of femininity
that stirs a longing that takes complete hold of attention…
forcing myself back into the classroom
I shift slightly in my seat hoping no one
raises a hand…
only she makes me feel like a 13 year old
being called up to answer math questions on the board
with a raging ******* –