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 © Nuta Gangan | Year Posted 2016
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