~ Moronic Late Lover:

Will they ever ...
... Know?
The way the sheet falls
And clings to your naked flesh?

Feel?
Will they?
Soft morning skin
Awaken by streaks of sunlight

Could they ...
Just try to see what you see
Feel what you feel

Nipples and navel
Under soft familiar fingertips
Lips and chin
Tongue!
Wet against the ridges of fingerprint

No they will not
They can never
It is reserved

They are blinded
The threads screen them out
And they are devoid of dream
Of imagination