The blind man was asked, “Do you miss your
seeing?”
He smiled & said, “No, for all I touch
is as soft as silk”,
The baby’s cheeks, where hope & new
roses bloom,
My lover´s breast, where I touch, is of
creamiest milk,
I feel upon my brow, the passing of bird´s
softest plume,
Who needs sight, when touching silk, is all
of my being?
My darling´s lips are velveteen, bestowed
within her kiss,
Petals caress my senses, & within their
perfume, lingered,
Fur of prowling beast, is the softest silk
of my best friends,
Your love´s promises, by me, are still so silkenly
fingered,
Your final ashes, through my fingers, to heaven
I will send,
In my ribboned prayers whispered, it´s you in
silk, I´ll miss.
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