Blind Love
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2003 6:26 pm
Blind Love
What color is the snow tonight?
And tell me about the moon!
Your words will have to be my eyes,
Your memory my view.
When my fingers see your face
And my ears admire the beauty
Of your silk dress coming down,
When my back bone views your nails,
I smell the color of your skin
And taste the texture of your smile.
And when our sweat and juices mix
My mind reminds me of the sun...
What color is the snow tonight?
And what about the faces of the moon?
What color is the snow tonight?
And tell me about the moon!
Your words will have to be my eyes,
Your memory my view.
When my fingers see your face
And my ears admire the beauty
Of your silk dress coming down,
When my back bone views your nails,
I smell the color of your skin
And taste the texture of your smile.
And when our sweat and juices mix
My mind reminds me of the sun...
What color is the snow tonight?
And what about the faces of the moon?