I’m here to(o)

Fetishize
The face.

Face it,

I do not
Miss
Any

-But
Yours.

Take off
That mask

Slowly
For me.

No need
To be Shy
Or coy,

I know
What’s under
There.

I’ve seen it
All
Before.

Show me
Again

How you
You.

It’s been
So long

Since
Anyone
Worth
Looking
At

Has Looked
At me

Physically,

Viscerally,

in My
Direction.

—-

Before our

Total Dark

I mourned
Our sight loss

Like
I had

My childhood,
Dog.

I knew
We
Were going,

So I
read books

In place
Of
Your face

To Supplant
Our Deterioration.

I Wrapped myself
In The Comfort
Of fiction,

Between covers
and frayed spines.

Shipping
Is delayed

On shared
smirks

In the
Unfor-see-me-able
Future.

In this
Envirusment,

We are

Flesh and
[Thus,]
Fresh Out

of
Knowing
Glances.

I see now,

There is no way
To Properly grieve
the Relishment

of your
Idiosyncrasies,

As we are,

Relegated

To only
A Past-time.

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