All in Good Times: Two Sonnets on “Love is Blind”
Let’s live in darkness, you and I, and fail
To see each other as we are. Let’s start
By touching, reading one another’s Braille
With fingertips, and mouths, and tongues (each part
Most sensitive to love). Let’s not attempt
To know our partner perfectly except
What skin and nerves can tell. Let’s make exempt
Our higher minds. Instead, we’ll just be swept
Away by throbbing, thrusting waves of lust
Or tidal waves of thrill—and judder, lurch!—
And cram our passion in each salty thrust.
Let’s choose torpedoes for this deep blast search.
..Let probings not be for eternal souls.
….Let’s first be happy with each other’s holes.
We’ll later move inside that darkness (love),
Inside the lack of light which is as deep
As light-starved, blankest, farthest space above
The Mariana Trench’s floor and sweep
Together in that love, its blinding lack
Of rays, while journeying like astronauts
Or divers in the crushing waters’ black
Inside a sphere protecting us from oughts
And shoulds. Our love will also cure the blights
Inside our chests where only we will feel
Fires’ warmth and no one else will see our lights
Enclosed completely where our heartbeats kneel.
..Within we’ll have two fervours to proclaim
….But only you will hear my silent flame.