You, with your perturbed elegance
will join the ranks of men
I am not allowed.

And you, with your slutty,
frenchboy mouth
(outright from Bataille) will
fester unto transcendence in the ash-fragrant cinerarium
of my scholastic memory.

A/N: Having graduated highschool, I feel no qualms allowing myself to write about my former teacher. You'll probably see more dedicated to "Peter".