My Teacher ....

Only ...
Sometimes I want to see you a mature woman,
which sees me closely in the corner.
The raw gaze of a teacher,
never in her life she was stirring ...
I want you to be a piece of steel -
solid, heavy and cool.
Black - as perverse levels,
white - like milk delicious.
Eternal, aging I want you,
rainforest.
Your hair in my hands to squeeze,
your eyes are alive.
But most of all I want, huddled in me,
to look for your support,
even lost, misguided,
to look for me without fatigue ...
  - Krassimir Georgiev