touch my hand and my heart
with not those cold eyes
but the soft spoken sighs
of your hands
and the whispering love of your breath
close those eyes
that I can't read
and let mine flutter shut
so I can't see
we shall feel this love
no sight to bind
and we'll hold this love
which then we find
only holding
touching
breathing
lifes obstacles erased
in our blind passion
Poetry...
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