Would I Have Known You in Braille?

I traced your perfect face

As if I were a blind kid

Reading lines of classical literature

On the freckled Braille of your skin

 

The familiar quirks of your face

Are not unfamiliar to me

 

A saintly smile enclosed by lips

Which kiss with no such innocence,

Curious eyes ringed with lack of sleep

On Sunday mornings following a late Saturday night

 

The mountains and valleys

Of your spine’s geography were

Too difficult to map out

 

Scars etched a mystery novel

Onto your flesh

So deep, I could not decipher

 

A birthmark colored aligned

With the blue vein at your throat

And left me wondering

If your mother had told you the same story as mine

Of an angel’s pure lips placing one single

Burning kiss and leaving a mark of proof you’re in

Heavenly favor

 

If only I had known the language

Of those without sight

 

Maybe I would have learned more quickly

Who you really were

Underneath all that skin

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

I am always looking for poetical inspiration, so if you ever want a review of any of your works, leave the name of the poem in a comment.

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Reviews

[Eva]

Wow... I really love this one. I think is my fav.

[devon]

Thank you!