Poetry_In_her_eyes

Forgetting to remember I am deaf and blind I have suffered through another night without memory or awareness, almost as if I am accepting the void, courting an existence that is neither here nor there but everywhere, my spirit free to seek a home, seeking not communion with a deaf and blind world, finding instead, love in the embrace of you soul

Buen día hermosa señorita Buenas tardes, mi amor Ah, ¿les dices eso a todas las cruzadas con capa? Nunca antes había sido besado por un cruzado enmascarado. And I senorita have never kissed one so beautiful Do you go around kissing all of the beautiful damsels in distress? Ah, no senorita, it is the eyes senorita, fiery eyes that speak of warmth and challenge and welcome. And then there are the lips my beautiful ángel, and the kiss that tell of the heart, how their softness can melt stone like butter, or smile in simple pleasure and the joy of living, they whisper of love and racing blood, and panted breath on long, cold winter nights.