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.