This most inconsequential and trivial of things:

Love? Or attraction.

It is base.

It is stupid.

I do not count myself among these fools-

It doesn't take skill,

Or thought, or ability:

The mute can love. The blind.

But my fingers are my voice

As your body is my Braille-

I can speak. I speak your name.

I can see. I see your face.

Even in the silent dark,

We can sing our song-

We can paint a portrait of ourselves.

We are stiff, intelligent.

Not given to frivolous ramblings.

Aren't we?

Not given to frivolous attractions.

Are we?

Am I who I am when I see you?

Are you who I see when I see you?

Everything, a question in itself

There is no assuredness, no safety

Here. This is...

No

Man's

Land.

So what am I?