Rendezvous with a Pen

PAD Challenge day 8: write a blind poem

I do not know where you will go

I follow you with my eyes closed

I chase the ripple of your sigh

Then trace the laughter in your eye

This touch-taste-trusting rendezvous

Is like feeling my way with you

Through murky ink, for who can tell

What you may make me think or spell?

Tremor of fear, dread and delight

Course through senses not bound by sight

Fearless scavenger of the heart

You dare to tear its walls apart

Without apology you rend

Where propriety oft pretends

You ravage through to truth exposed

I follow you with my eyes closed

Futile to beguile you with lies

For you can see behind closed eyes

The paradise of ignorance

Blushes as you rush through my glance

To move the hand that grips the quill

That shapes the bidding of your will

I do not know where you will lead

And so I follow, blind with need

© Janet Martin