To be sexy does it mean then
That we have to be seen?
Is it the voice? Does the body matter?
Do we have to view one another
To be attracted to each other?
Could I step into a room
Eyes closed hear the tone
Assess the energy sense you?
Could the fragrance of your skin
Be enough to know if we are
Simpatico and if so would
Seeing you take away from
Every ability to know that we
Are a perfect match because
My eyes would sketch a judgement
Of my attraction to you
Much faster than my other
Sensory if I was blindfolded
Isn’t that the extreme to see
If compatibility is all in the
Soul of the beholder…
If ever we chance to blindside
What rules would we need
To put in place to tick the things
That are an absolute must
If it wasn’t based on appearance
If we were talking heart to heart
Human to human could we
Find one another in a room
With nothing but us
Flowers on the grave
For the lovers we lost
Inescapably because we
Only got to know their face
First not their hearts
© GÄ
Poétique 