night vision
When I couldn't see,
I reached out with emotion
and encountered, in the darkness,
the tapestry that was you.
I couldn't see your beauty,
so I felt it instead.
Your mind's eye took over
when your sight stepped aside.
Shifting in velvet obscurity,
I caught your attention,
you caught my consumable likeness -
I'm certain I wasn't really there.
A tendril of my insecurity
curled 'round your tender misstep.
You lost your footing
and reached out for my everything;
I grabbed of you what I could,
and we fell.
Your hand crept out
from behind your conventions.
My soul looked askance at your offering,
and there was silent concurrence;
we spurned certainty
and accepted obfuscation.
With the glitter of this harsh day,
your eyes find mine
as your hand tightens
for but a moment.
Uncompromising, the light burns away our valor.
Unsmiling, the sun shows us unbuffed,
unworthy,
untrusting.
We could start again with the dusk,
but one night with no moon
is our portion and parcel.
Your hand loosens
and we retreat,
and damn our
blind
eyes.
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