A Blind Lover

[miyako73]

How could I forget
the scent of your hair
suffusing my breath
with the mist of dawn?

How could I forget
the words whispered
by your hesitant lips
curling on my thumb?

How could I forget
your cheek on mine
as warm as the kiss
of a high noon sun?

How could I forget
the taste of sweat
dripping on my eyelids
and falling like I cried?

How could I forget you
when I could not see?

[Delta40]

you really employ the other senses here well. you make sight a secondary factor in affairs of the heart

[miyako73]

Thanks, delta. I think the bliss of having english as a second language is limited vocabulary. It restrains me within minimalism.

[Delta40]

you're right. minimalism isn't even in my vocabulary!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Both the title and the last line raise the question whether the poet is literally blind or blind to her lover's true qualities? In fact, it tends to support the latter since most of the qualities she remembers are tactile not visual ones.

[miyako73]

you're right prince. thanks for reading.

[LMK]

Thank you for sharing this, it does bring about the thought that when we walk into a kitchen that smells of bread, we might remember our grandmother. Or a song plays and we think of a moment from our past. Yes, you remind us that our other senses retain memories very well.

Good one, and would that I had a second language I did so well in, well done!

[Haunted]

love this stanza:


How could I forget
the words whispered
by your hesitant lips
curling on my thumb?

great job!