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.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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