Kiki's Poetry Moment

Blind Beauty

If you were blind, you could use your imagination to see me, using your hand as your guide to your way around my face. Your touch is as gentle as someone handling a precious stone or as if you were molding the perfect sculpture. How could someone without sight sketch the perfect portrait of me? If you could see me, would you see me from the inside out or the outside in, if beauty were only skin deep? With your touch, you cleanse my pores leaving not an ounce of impurity behind; removing all blemishes that was visible to the naked eye. Beauty is also in the eye of the beholder. When I look into your eyes I see a ray of sunshine that filters straight through my soul. The sharpness of your beauty leaves a scar that would remind me of how powerful your mind really is. Your mind opens the door to your imagination, and your imagination can take you anywhere you choose to be. It is almost as intense as your wildest fantasies. Leaving you trapped between fact and fiction. No one knows you better than you know yourself and if a blind person can paint the perfect portrait of you, it only proves that, that person maybe blind to the world but has a open mind that allows their imagination to roam free.

BY KT