LONGING

I find my self longing to be blind,

Even when I had seen my Father sold out to loneliness

And my Mother conceived of shame from this same longing of mine.

But you have captured my dreams

And painted them into pictures of you.

And to have you is to be blind.

Yet, I will gladly give my eyeballs away,

That my longing may belong to me.

For if love is truly blind,

I really don't want to see.

#El_Magnifico™