To you I may live in a world
of dark and light
but I see crystalline clear
thru bright curtain sheer
a myriad of sounds in the air
slow movie reels of color …
At my beck and call
A deep purple pounding
writhing heavy green rhythmic pleasure
and such mellow
soft yellow
sun shot shades of tinkling bells
bright gold music to my ears
oh! sweet offerings served to me
on a dull grey leaden platter and
exquisite! To my senses
light shimmerings of gold and pink
holding out deep blue visions of joy
touching me with violet dreams
of forevers and
clarifying my blank stare
with silver vibrating clear pictures
of my loves who thrust into me
orange-red hot shots of their passions
exploding deeply into the warmth
of a coated brown fur contentment
and softly holding out
the occasional grey goose mist shot
of my swallowed sorrows
containing small ice blue chips
of fire opal color
and I hold no fear
of the many blinded tomorrows
filled with fearfully emptied
unseeing emerald eyes
lightening cam quick fire bright
flashes of light
which red spark my senses
Showing me credit card plastic clearly
that though I may live
in an Armani dress world
of black and white
I see through my children's
laughter filled life …
… a rainbow…
… and I am contented …
… to see …
… with my blinded sight ..

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