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I want to be blind -- to know you by touch --
My fingertips will never be mistaken
To recognize your flow of changing traces,
My tenderness reaching deeper than eyes.
I want to forget myself in your arms --
My curves will blunt the longing of your angles
To sheathe your summit in my craving crevice,
Your tenderness reaching deeper than touch,
And lacking my legs -- to lie by your side,
Without my eyes -- to watch your change of colors,
Without my arms -- to hold you in the darkness,
Our tenderness reaching deeper than night.
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