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Greg Parke : Photography & Poetry

Colour, Contrast And Rich Light

I was seeing with blinded eyes
I was hearing with deafened ears
I did smell nothing but rot
I was feeling with numbed fingers
I was tasting with no tongue
I was living with a frozen heart
My world was pain
Than my life changed
I met Alyson
My eyes eased open
Allowing her beautiful face to enter my tattered mind
My ears now heard
Allowing the melody of her speech to enter my worn ears
My nose cleared 
Allowing the sweet smell of her hair to enter my nose
My fingers thawed 
Allowing me to fool her perfect body
My tongue came back from hiding
Allowing me to taste the sweetness of her lips
My heart broke free from an icy grave
Allowing me to feel, to love, to live

I see with opened eyes
I hear with brand new ears
I smell only that is sweet 
I feel nothing but what I like
I taste only the richness of your honey flavoured lips
I now live with a loving heart
My world had colour, contrast, and rich light