Tip toe with stealthy feet…
With the silence of velvet footfalls
Shimmying into barren lands
Lighting forgotten embers
To the blind what is the beauty of your countenance
Do the deaf know the melody of your voice
When the softness of your hair kisses my face
The scent of you that invades my every sense
I look at my hands with a wonder
They glazed over the satin of your skin
My face has welts where your eyelashes kissed
I am empty with an emptiness of the cup that overflows
All my questions answered
Shall I say that now there is a me I don’t recognise
You are the pain I rejoice in
Joy that tinkles like wind chimes that sway gently
Caressing the wrinkles of the heart
Creases that you iron out with ease
Stay, you are home
Just you.
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