BLINDNESS

When I miss her

I close my eyes.

I see her

With my eyes closed.

I see the rose of her cheeks

The silence of the lips

With my eyes closed.

I talk to her

About the grief of her past

The hopes of her future,

About the length of the road

Breadth of the ocean

About every little things

Existent and nonexistent,

To the utmost details

With my eyes closed.

I touch her,

Her protruding breasts,

Hard-stubborn nipples

Her tight-lipped mouth

Her gold plated belly

And the unlit, narrow street of her thighs

With my eyes closed.

I stroke

The northern wind of her hair

The dust of her body

The light of her skin

And the curve of her neck.

I kiss her

Lick her

Make love to her

With my eyes closed.

I spend my seconds,

Minutes, hours, days,

Years and years to come;

I spend my life

Doing nothing

With my eyes closed.