In Class Poem | 12th of June '17

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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.