Between the Wavy Lines - Non-Shakespearean
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I changed this a bit so it would no longer have the Shakespearean tone to it, as some people had trouble understanding it in its original form.
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ask yourself this:
do I, a romantic fool, dare
pretend to write of your perfect shape?
oh yes, I do … I must!
for your unadorned contours are
overwhelmingly staggering to
the naked eye, and if observed by the
average person this way
your stark beauty would stun
them into silence …
such enticing perfection on which
to base a written work
stands in all its glory before me -
if only the ink of my own pen
flowed with the unhurried, fluid motion of
your seductive limbs …
words spring (like a hungry jackal)
from the mind at just a
glance of your exquisitely opalescent skin -
words like touch, tickle, tease
and tempt …
even the wisest of writers
would struggle to find the right words
and clear phrases that
competently describe what your
body speaks, and the sultry curves that
your shadow paints on
the walls and floors …
only those who are blind as I am
with no VISUAL eyesight
are discerning enough in other ways
to gain abilities of fair and
formed appreciation and characterization
of the voluptuous elements that
makeup your physique …
those who are blind as I am were
born into darkness, aye
but we are yet blessed with a
highly developed "vision" of feel and touch -
the tactile pen I use is my palm -
my fingertips ...
the soft and tender application
of skin-to-skin contact …
the interpretation of very minute
electrical impulses from everything that
I use to feel with, and the
keen understanding of all that precise
sensory information being
conveyed to the brain …
let me read you now - let me put
my “pen" to the pages of
my soul and psyche …
let me write a story there upon you
let me know, with my fingers and palms
the wonderful words that
describe you in all your immaculate
and sublime perfection …
let me absorb the text of your curved form
and light the darkness of my blind world …
transform this curse of
mine into a blessing …
let me behold you as no one
else ever shall - as an epic of unequaled
artistry, an alluring tale ...
without end.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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