In Class Poem | 12th of June '17
Untitled Your smell and taste gives me chills. The warmth that radiates off your textured sleeve clams my mind. You couldn't possibly understand how glad I am that you are mine. O' Cappuccino! I just want coffee. An almond milk cappuccino, foamy and smoothing. On this cold day how am I to focus? My skin is frozen, my slush of a mind has become weary. Yet, I am to concern myself with converging and diverging series.
