Synesthesia
Forget first sight, let's believe
for just a singular moment that
Love has nothing to do with sight.
Eyes closed. Your voice travels
in waves, osculating against the
hard air. Life's just vibrations.
Smell's important too. The odors
lifting from hair and skin are all
too pleasant. Touch and taste
follow only after sight and smell.
There is no outer beauty, only
beauty or no beauty at all. Plastic
Hollywood surgeries mean nothing
The rhythm and melody of your
language, your voice means everything.
Your hair smells blue and your voice
sounds purple. Is this how blind
people love?
15:08
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