It would help if
I could see.
I've forgotten my glasses and I can
hardly see the silver-green
of your eyes,
can hardly see the veins in your hands
when you take mine in yours.

It might also help if
I could think.
I see you looking
across the table at me,
my heart leaps,
my stomach drops,
I feel myself getting hot.
My mind goes
Blank.
Even though I can't see the silver-green
of your eyes,
the veins in your hand as you
take mine with yours,
it helps to know.