For The Seemingly Sightless

More and more, I find that
I want to kiss all of you
closed eyelids,
people I have never met and
never opened

and often,
I find myself staring into faces,
wanting just to smash all that I am
into skin, into bone.

So if you don't know how,
then imagine knowing
what might it look like

when cheeks crinkle, when a smile is too hard
pulled back, that smile isn't really anymore a smile
at least, not really

because that's how badly I want,
just for you to see.

Obviously, that makes me the bastard son,
some animal the likes of which
you have yet even to discover.

Undoubtedly, you are the human cancer, shame
that which urges the eyes closed
when our species is consumed with self-pleasure,
pride

and adamantly, I will someday shake and ask you,
you of the same species -

Will you never know? Will you never know? Will you never know?