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I really like this. I love how you're not afraid to write something that's a little challenging. And I like the use of rhyme, it's quite subtle.

Also, it's really hard to do something where there are genuinely layers of meaning - but I think you have. Blindness is definitely a theme - the heightened other senses, the braille reference.

But there also seems to be something about death and life, as if the narrator could be dead and can see the subject, who is living, but they cannot see her in return. The word "haunt" obviously has those meanings, but also the imagery to do with senses almost suggests something extra-sensory. Something you can almost feel but not quite - some other presence there.

"The lack of light you live in" is interesting then because it makes death brighter than life - as if my moving on from life you are seeing it far more clearly from the outside in.

Those are just a couple of examples. I could go on! Which means I must really like it :) :) :)

Well done.

Encouraging other senses TOUGH OPENING, PUTS US OFF

I lost this venue as a haunt VENUE? WHY SO VAGUE, A HAUNT? TOO MUCH HARRY POTTER?

now revisiting with dubious defenses. AGAIN SO VAGUE IT TURNS US OFF

Fine hairs at attention HIS PEACH FUZZ OR YOURS? A DOG? SOUNDS LIKE PUBERTY

are details you’ve never seen NOT A STRONG SENTENCE

outside of the lack of light

you live in. NOT STRONG

Self-conscious silhouette UGH,

blushing silent on cool sheets,

shielding from you

my imperfections, my incomplete. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS 'MY INCOMPLETE' LOL, YOU'RE USING AN ADJECTIVE AS A NOUN.

Your touch, a shudder WHOSE SHUDDER? AGAIN YOU'RE SO VAGUE

hiding whatever possible GENERALIZED, HOW CAN YOU MAKE THINGS CONCRETE AND SPECIFIC? OK I'VE HAD ENOUGH. I KNOW YOU'LL TELL US HE'S BLIND EVEN THOUGH YOU TOLD US ABOUT TEN TIMES ALREADY

I know you will learn by feel

secrets I cannot burn

but you smile, measuring

putting combined senses to a test

as I pray under your

seeing eyes and blind hands.

Braille works.

Encouraging other senses

I lost this venue as a haunt

now revisiting with dubious defenses.

my lonely senses every bond...

Fine hairs at attention

are details you’ve never seen

outside of the lack of perception

values disclaiming, to live in.

Self-conscious posture

blushing silent on cool sheets,

shielding from mine, of you

my imperfections, my incomplete.

Your touch, a shudder to appeal

hiding whatever to concern,

I know you will learn by feel

secrets I cannot burn.

but you smile, measuring

putting combined senses to a test

as I pray under your seeing

eyes and blindly touching hands.

I admire this poetry of yours, gutsy,

ingenious, inventive. The meanings

are courageous, yet feminine.

Thank you for posting, Giorgio

To Chris: Dallas always writes vaguely and using words like "my incomplete" is very in keeping with her voice. Many of us "see" very well here.

I like this. A very good job. A touching Poem.

Interesting,

blindness is not always in the eyes

I read an answer of yours on another question, and one thing you said was,

"I am hardly a poet."

I would reconsider =D

Very good Kiddo... Me Likes.....

very good