touch me
gently softly
i am an idealist
illusioned
a touch-seeker who communicates
through fingertips
touch the only language
i fluently command
sounddeaf
visionblind
measure me with your palm
for this i understand
no translation
beyond the resonant silence
of touch
the sighted eye of a nerve
i read only texture
a cheek
a thigh
ridged muscle
your hand a flower
roughened petals opening on my breast
touch me
for i would know you.


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