The Blind Girl’s Blue

She imagines it’s like
a slow kiss on a hot day,
a full body mirage next
to crashing waves;

She imagines it bleeds
from her bumpy novels
and intertwines with
airborne symphonies;

She imagines it falls
softly and dampens
the earth just enough
to squish between toes;

She imagines it feels
like looking love in
the face. Not the hot kind
(the lead you to bed, dip you

between beats, gasping kind),
but the roll over softly–brush
through duvet and ripple with
internal sunshine–kind.


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