I have never
made love
to a blind woman.

But...
I think
the handicap
may actually allow
you to feel
as I feel
when I make love.

Shall
we progress?

Electricity
sparks
from her face.

Lips tingle
while time
waits the smile
in its place.

For touch
now becomes
what it always
should have been.

Ecstasy begins
like youth alive
yet again.

Can one not see
the symphony
it was meant
to be?

And
if one wants,
in this veil,
to know
what was meant

when two
become as one...

I bow to all before.