PERPETUAL INNOCENCE

dumb

She examines her defenceless giant attentively as he bathes

he, the one who is a portrayal of rare full-fledged innocence

wonders if the macrocosm inside his head replicates the one outside of hers

hopes against hope that locked within exists a rainbow’s multi-coloured arc, or

is all this lost upon the extraordinary self, empty of speech, hearing and sight

unaware that gesture is the only language he bestows

touch and smell his native inside-out lone connection

 

She communicates best she can

upon his awakening she is always there

her ‘hello of sorts’ a lover’s tangled tongue kiss

no passion though, they are not lovers

more that sharing of her unique taste

serves to let him perceive her, recognize her

always has him gift a beaming smile her way

she wears the self-same perfume each new day also

helps him identify her proximity

 

Aids him out of the bath

warm towels, warm heart care

time for drying and dressing

the palaver of dressing irks him, induces a frown

regardless he is immune to nakedness

within his ambushed consciousness

his curious dominion, not for him

the embarrassment of the earthly collective

 

The sun shone the day before

albeit keeping a caring eye open

she chose to let him wander the lawn uncovered

from nowhere a summer storm brewed, small hailstones

she watched as he held out his palms, threw his head back

greeted the spheres of water ice, an air of amazement, no suffering

 

The eternal ‘what next’ frustrates her day; muddles her mood

she undresses, calculates he may not know human beings come in two packages

her hands upon his chest, fingers spread wide, sensation of touch inviting

invitation accepted, he mirrors her actions, stroke for stroke

his look curious, questioning, captivated

no folly in innocent exploration

 

A telephone outside of his realm rings

might be important, she pulls away

notices he sheds a single loaded tear

from which continent of emotion it heralds

likely she will never unearth

 

 

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31 thoughts on “PERPETUAL INNOCENCE

      1. blind love…thats a phenomenon. Yes, I wonder what it is like, a vacuum or is there some other “sense” that kicks in to make life worthwhile. Great post Mike.

      2. Does the one with no contact with what the rest of us see as the real world find a whole universe within, or do the feel ‘locked in’? How much can touch and smell compensate or do they become meaningful thing as say speech, vision etc. are to you and me? Fascinating subject I guess!

      3. I wonder if we will ever know…it is not a place I would want to be but think it is possible that if there is a thought process a private world could exist. it is fascinating to say the least.

      4. I am almost afraid to tell you it is in the 80s F here , the sun is a bright yellow ball in the sky and all the flowers are in bloom. Stay dry, I hear it is raining over there.

    1. Funnily enough Leslie the idea for this was born of some thoughts about deaf, dumb and blind I had when working on this book thing I am trying to pen presently! Thank you for you kind words.

    1. On a decent fraud case I would get into part and try to think as would the miscreant. We enjoyed reasonable success yet sometimes one or two got away…generally when the client was mean with the budget on offer.

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