I am staring into the eye of an eye,
No eye sees me.
Music plays at rhythms few can comprehend
from the phosphorus sea.
I am carpal bones when you want to be alone.
The lunate and the capitate separate you from me.
Without these hands, I cast no shadows.
The retina submits to the cone.
Slivers of crystal atone.
In dying to know you,
I forget myself
I am blind,
Somatics are my lifeline.
I rely on the music of the waves
and the touch of your hand.
Few can understand,
I know no appearances,
I rely on echoes to guide me.
I am as motile as plankton against a current.
The language you speak betrays
colours, skin, borders, beauty, motion,
all are invisible.
I may not understand the language of
your body, but I can feel you when
you touch me,
feel the way the mind betrays the skin,
beneath these borders we stay hidden in,
sense the soul lift beyond itself,
watch the girl too young to comprehend the ways of a woman
as she succumbs to the drums of a thousand years of ancestors
beating her back to life again.