I Do Not Need My Eyes Poem by L.B. Temuco

The sun like silver scissors cuts the ice
water breaks from its winter caverns
dissolves you
your blue aura surrounds you
like water is
before a storm
before a memory
struggles itself into being
becomes a perfect circle

I do not need my eyes

In the warm pale cup of your hands
your face is a dark liquid
there are no earthly colours
a universe rests there
I want to touch with my own hands
it's endless fire
it's throbbing stars
before time
becomes timeless again