There have been times when men who cannot see
Were filled with visions bold and bright as day
There have been times when those who could not hear
Felt cacophony clash against their ears
Times came—with fame—upon the men, once lame,
Who walked on reclaimed legs for miles and miles
And when the man whose tongue had lost its taste
Did burst with flavors: salty, bitter, sweet
Less often does the mind that doesn't know
(Though will and might and desperate yearning crave it)
Divine the thoughts and will and conscious thinking
Of one that sits but just a breath away
Her spoken words are heard and understood
Hot tears are seen and whisked away with ease
Her trembling hands and sighs don't go unnoticed
Nor shuffling feet 'cross creaking floors at midnight
And yet these are but tokens of the beast
That rumble in the core of troubled hearts
Faint shadows of the giants strong and mighty
That taunt the wilting woman at her window
Those words, and tears and restless feet by moonlight
Do not reveal the bulging, searing swell
Erupting from the depths of gurgling sorrow
To scorch the muscle, tissue, skin and bone
And forces her down the pathway of their home
He follows her outside and down the stairs
"And who are you?" he calls out to the figure
Approaching supercilious up his walk
A figure, male and stately—far too handsome—
Inflaming in him fear and anger, too
"The postman, ugh," she says in pure disgust
With that, she marches further on her way
And gathers round herself her favorite shawl
The blanket of their now interréd child
She turned to him, "You think he is my lover?"
She shakes her head and walks on without stopping.
"Don't go," he says, "I'll follow you, I will."
"Do not come with me, you are not needed here,
Please leave me in peace. If you cared for me
You'd let me go unbothered, undisturbed.
Instead you keep persisting in this madness.
Your callous heart could never comprehend
And your pursuit just makes me more upset."
He runs behind her, catching up to her
He touches her; she pulls away from him
"Your touch feels just like knives and cuts much deeper
I do not know you and, without a doubt,
You don't know me. So changed I am, you can
Not know the cruelty you give me with your touch."
