eyes make sense
like words do
lips to ear, each
breath whispered
a skeleton key
to waking puzzles
tongues travel,
translating; the
foreign familiar
fingers trace
remembered paths
sightless, well-worn
remembered paths
sightless, well-worn
permeable skins
swap bliss
sighs speak
native tongues
in the dark of light
eyelids shut
like doors
like doors
words tangle
like static
over lines unseen
over lines unseen
mind arrives to
numb instinct,
wrestles for control
bliss flees
retreats to far,
inner corners
lonely, longing
(again)
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