blinded
Your beauty is startling
so I close my eyes
and let the tips of my fingers read
the lines of your face
the times
of sorrow
love
and little hope
are written
in your flawless skin
deeper the lines
than in times
of youthful wonders
and expectations
deeper yet
and still
are you
the newborn
perfect
human child
a thousand times
a thousand
I will touch
your face
blind
blinded
by what you have grown to be
my heart
touched by that woman
smiling
like in a beautiful dream
believing in a life of two
full
of this life
of glow
of wonder
one with her body
one with fate
my heart skipped a beat
and then it said
‘yes’
‘yes'
'so it will be'
another kind of hope
and I take you
take it from you
let you play, speak, care
I surrender
hide
to be found
feeling vulnerable
feeling hurt
let you patch up my life
with plasters of time
thin lairs of glass
that break
when the finger moves
forgetfulness is the solution
memory is the problem
patience
be patient
learn to
wait to
don't want to
slowing down
to the point
where any movement
hurts
no saviour
but a female one
just put
everything
on her tiny shoulders
and pray
ratpack race
trap to trap to trap
walking
to Scurimmo
who used to be
a friend
the man with the
scythe
cropping the field
and looking for
others to invite
but that was the moment
when we all
said no
and that persists
and saves
my life
and love
comes
like a gift
on top
on top
and
drizzles
through the cracks
and hope
and hope
because we are immortal
we are
remain
will ever be
cycles
spirals
in and out
and waves above deep
blue eternity
yes, there is hope
forever
you and me
and come
and come
into my arms
dream
of a life
away
from days of anguish
dream
of a life
where love
and poetry
and light
will shine
again
tomorrow
it will be