PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

I never envied the blind
until I
in awe
peeked
past my mind's eye's vision
and stopped
my lock
on superficial surface shit

enabling this metamorphosis
was a stunning,
golden,
light-headed revelation
dancing supernaturally
in perfect time
in a cheek-to-cheek
tango of truth

prior dances
were phony fabricated
nakedness
gyrating an awful grind
of tension
in front of me

but we sway real
orchestrated within our hearts
slow dances of beauty
even the bliind cannot see