Blind



You're very pretty today - I say
Am I - she says
and turns her face at my words
Her eyes are grey, not clear, closed
they saw something once
- and locked

I almost thought so - she adds
with secret content

In her eyes, I should be blind too;
but she hears my-seeing-her
in the tone of my voice
I bend it for her so-and-so
as she bends her neck
her smile instantly in my voice

I used to stroke her hand a lot
lightly present, still there
during silences -
both her - and mine
one day, as it came, - silence ceased



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