Petals caressedSatin touch flutters shy
Fingers tap to let free the dew
Fly, moist with fragrance
Anointing the senses
Into poodles of joy
Drink to drench
Sip by sip down to the heart
Voiced, loud and clear
Bedazzled by the sense of touch
She stood transfixed
Wish not to count them.
Gazing at the rose
Cradled to love, tender and cosy
I stood there
Opening my eyes
Through, hers sans sight.
Recently at a TV show a blind girl came and sang beautifully. Even more beautiful was her reactions to the accolades and comments that she got for her performance. Very expressive! They tend to that, I think. Their sense of beauty and joy is much more profound than ours that is often lost in sight.
Shared with Entwin(n)ed Poetics at the dVerse where Karin a/k/a ManicDdaily wants us to bring in our twin / explore opposites .