Your Fingertips Have Green Eyes

we are two blind people infiltrated 
one in another
two white lost words in a phrase understood by nobody
we try to find each other but we'll never find us
we mix sharp and rebel syllables 
in a sigh strangled by infirmities

my breast buds know braille
your fingertips have green eyes
our arms began to lengthen snakes
You twirl me 
you get under my skin
burn me
you unzip me from my bones
from my blood you uncoil me
your palms crushes me just to give birth again
to another woman
with the same soft mouth
with the same blind eyes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace