112 I want to be blind -- to know you by touch -- My fingertips will never be mistaken To recognize your flow of changing traces, My tenderness reaching deeper than eyes. I want to forget myself in your arms -- My curves will blunt the longing of your angles To sheathe your summit in my craving crevice, Your tenderness reaching deeper than touch, And lacking my legs -- to lie by your side, Without my eyes -- to watch your change of colors, Without my arms -- to hold you in the darkness, Our tenderness reaching deeper than night.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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