See No, Hear No - Poem by Eliza Kowalski
I wish I knew your scent
And held it safe for when worse memories were made;
But I dared not even breath in your prescence
And feared more that you could hear the
Screaming palpitations beneath my breasts.
I can imagine it.
How I know your touch,
Assists me in such fantasies -
Of discovering the senses we failed to explore;
Although sight alone carried extremes
I was unaware of,
And your spiels chiselled lines in to my mind
Though blinded from your image,
Through actions I would
Intensities that before existed solely in my mind
Are now forever, pinned to you.
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