baby, you may be blind as a bat
but I need you to begin memorizing the bumps on my skin like braille and
interpret my world with your fingertips
take it one letter at a time
no need to rush
learning is a slow process when you're just using touch
visualize, now, what you find
the feeling of my flesh is too divine
it blinds you from the endless blackness hiding from inside
sense the glow that's on the surface
read the vibrations pulsing from my veins
but I will not let you cut them open, for sight you would surely regain
I wrote the first stanza of this poem a helluva long time ago, but I thought I would expand on the idea I had. The end product is actually a lot darker than I originally planned; oh well :)