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Suzie and the blind man
To start he combs her raven hair, with digits crooked and slightly flared; Those fingers bear his only sight - so all his days are really nights. His feelers move with ease and grace to trace the landscape of her face and skim across a peerless brow, untouched by line of fret or scowl. Her eyebrows arched like crescent moons, are both meticulously hewn and lie contentedly in peace, in honor of their shadowed feast: A smile reflects his true delight as he 'perceives' her orbs of sight and gently brushes lash and lid where hazel eyes are aptly hid. He 'sees' their size from pit to stem; the warmth and movement held within, but color, depth, he cannot know - nor of their radiance extol. Just as his fingers cease their 'leer' and migrate to a hidden ear, her lovely eyes sedate and clear shed each...a solitary tear. His lips enlist to speed the race, and add to feeling sense of taste, and two more functions join the fair - that brings her scents and sounds to bear. They move as one 'long cheek and nose, then lips - soft petals of this Rose: The 'Holy Grail' to our knight...all senses present - but his 'sight'. Retracing now her gorgeous face, alert for atoms out of place and as his fingers glide and slip his mouth remains upon her lips; attempting to complete his chart that shows the way into her heart; and not once sorry for his plight: He has for lips - quite ample 'sight'. He searches now her under-chin, from throat to where her ears begin, and feels a shudder in the flesh that seems to answer his caress; and tiny microscopic hairs brush lips that are not sight-impaired. His smile grows, his heart's a-beat; to 'see' her face - a special treat. But there is sorrow in the air for things that only sight can share: Convey to him a hazel-brown; the hue of shadows in her frown; of pinkish-blush she cannot hide; or black that frames resplendent eyes; and if they're windows to her soul...that path and trip, he'll never know!
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