A Teacher’s Desires

it is empty

desk, chairs, all vacant

no voices, no hands, no questions

it is empty.

whispers echo, my voice, your voice

i don’t know

which one belongs to who.

just words, you speak

i never listen.

you say you don’t understand

i don’t understand

why i’m glad

they all left

they all left us alone

why i’m eyeing your mouth

why i’m noticing your

eyes

your hair must be soft

is it soft?

could i touch it?

could I drown in you?

just for a little while?

could i banish the world?

could i see it through

your eyes?

so green, deep, do

you realize how perfect

you are?

it doesn’t matter

your confusion

when it comes to triangles

and squares and circles.

there’s no shape

as flawless as your face.

you’re perfect.

do you see me as

“just”?

“just” my occupation

no feelings, no thoughts,

“just” here to supposedly

help?

that’s not who i am.

layers, too many corrupt layers

peel them off;

you’ll see me.

do see me?

“of course”

you don’t comprehend

i ask you again

closer, we’re too close

you don’t move

warm breath on my cheek

you smell like a child

sweet, innocent,

sinful.