If I Were Blind

If I Were Blind I could see your face with soft inquisitive fingers trekking across the hills and valleys of your physiognomy you, of course, would sit quietly with eyes closed not wanting to look into my broken mirrors from which all sign of soul had escaped long ago. but I am fool and blinded by what I see, unable to penetrate beyond my fingertips into the truth golden verity of the sweetness the ardent nature that is you your face is worn with life it stops me like a wall your depth will not catch me so I fear instead it will demand from me more than I can ever be I will be unmasked.