Wednesday, August 31, 2022

8-26-2021

I watched a movie about a man

who knew faces, bodies through touch,

who tripped in both the dark and the light

to fumble and discover;

and I thought about your legs,

your stomach, your cheek bones

your hidden ears, and your laugh,

how I'd love for us not to fuck

our first night alone, but talk

and touch so I could lay with your curves

and hear mellow sadness drip from your mouth,

learn you with my hands while you tell stories

of how you longed to be loved

in some way that made you feel whole,

and I would tell you I broke so many rules

just to find you, so my eyes could know

the right darkness. My ears, your laugh,

my hands, your body—

you, the woman who walked, explored, 

loved, guarded, fell, and succeeded

for thirty-five years

so I could touch you to know you

the way a blind man shows 

he's in love.

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