she first grasps the forehead of his
introduction, for finally,knowingly , amongst those
she thinks of as truly gifted,
next to the unimaginable others.....so shallow.

crawl down the fingers after images of his thought.
to a sleigh-like nose, that surprises the kiss of her fingertips.

after so many conversations,they've begun
to laugh at the "normals"
who consider to judge by light.

He never touched her so soon, as to understand himself
a so-called, handicapped gentleman.
Spoke to her as above the, gentleness , the
images of their interrogations,
and smiles they touched
without focusing upon.


It is 1:32 am unknowingly ....
he's exhausted yet she has to say, as he
realizes to still have a happy tear...

"My God, we're truly Gifted still..
To Truly Feel"

he reaches over to feel her grin,for
the first time.