Prying Eyes

He coaxed me out of my mind, leaving songs as treats knowing I couldn’t resist dashing out and gobbling each chorus and verse the delicacies of my own precious, scrabbling back as musical notes dribbled my chin to leave a trail he tracked until I was cornered, holding out his hand to take mine and forcing it across a braille of skin sheltered for a lifetime light crept to pry its fingers below the lips of eyelids, from the ridges of history I was illuminated in his epidermal fresco —- A blind madwoman chose to see again I just opened my eyes