|No Man's Land
Author: Mellow Fruitfulness PM
Love 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...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 141 - Published: 01-12-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2462154
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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.
Not given to frivolous attractions.
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...
So what am I?