senseless

my feeble hands still hold you

in the tightest embrace of my heart

my weak eyes still see you

with the sharpest gaze of my inner eye

my odourless nostrils still smell you

like an animal sensing a track

my tasteless lips still feel you

while you never were and always have been

the sharpest ears can hear yours

the softest melody released by your voice

I can’t wait to get the full spectrum

of your abilities never revealed

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