Blindly felt

If love is blind, I never want to open my eyes,

to feel you touch me, factitious lust unveiled.

I sense your touch lips braided bride of death,

living life lust leaving love loose illuminated light.

Wings of pain brushing against my face colored by you,

helplessly enduring the very touch to break me.

Rape me inside of life your blindness calling,

facing the fear of letting go to hold on,

despaired by shame eyes close burned by your touch.

Feel my heart, taste the tears my eyes will never know ,

fly away with my dreams of ecstasy broken in pain.

I can’t see who I feel inside of your body holding light,

where love is destined for blindness falling apart.

In you I will fall deeper with the nights to come,

fearing only the way I feel what I never see in you.







Johnny Newell