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Despite it All
Is there music only deaf can hear
impinging on some inner ear
an ode to joy or hammerklavier?
Or visions only the blind can see
white sticks drawing on memory
an asphalt tap on sidewalk near?
When grandma lost her sense of smell
she leafed through cookbooks loved so well
and in despair sipped tasteless beer
And you my page I love so much
I pray I never lose my touch
to feel you, kiss you, here and here
Cause you to blush, my sensory sonnet
your body with my fingerprints on it
© Johnmichael Simon
2012
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