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by Maria Francesca

these eyes of mine
only tell me things
I don't need to know:

the color of your hair
the shape of your eyes
the form of you.

none of it useful
in navigating
the straits of your heart.

I learn you
instead
by braille:

my heart's fingers
moving along your lines
to tell me the story of you.

10/10/2005

Posted on 05/24/2008
Copyright © 2020 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 05/24/08 at 03:36 PM

This reminded me of something I just read in "The Bitter Oleander" entitled "The Blind Fisherman" by Ines Pujos...I think you would like it, as I did this romantic piece. ~JPP

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