If not for my eyes Grown accustomed to being lost in the woods Entrenched in the subtle darkness that is always collapsing Without color I see gray figures in the night But I can't imagine their faces If not for my eyes I would have never seen you If not for my ears The noise of bitter cries and longing screams The disarranged voice of love not speaking louder than the din Without music I can still hear melodies But the key would keep on changing If not for my ears You could not speak to me If not for my nose The stench of life and its rotting carcass The odeous wind of putrid odor that finds me even in fields within the stink I still smell your perfume But the aroma is gone to soon If not for my nose I could not have smelt you If not for my tongue Often times abrubt and razor wire The bitter flavor of the most sour and hateful food Only wanting of sugar and honey But going without If not for my tongue I go my life without your taste If not for my skin These hands which hold broken glass These frayed out nerve endings too many times feeling pain But desirious of pleasure Carnal knowledge And stimulation If not for my skin I never would have felt you