touch me just enough to awaken a tingling sensation
brush your soft fingers yet long polished nails
along the canvas of my body
a shade of sapphire blue
– gems on all fingers yet you bear no rings –
paint me an image that is invisible
yet imprinted through frail motions
paint me an image that the blind can see,
the mute can reiterate and the deaf can transcribe
we speak braille reading off each other’s pages
“love, misguidance, illiterate”
you are a book and I am awaiting to place
my bookmark deep along the spine of your paperback.
– Pia Majumdar