he is blind
but knows
every inch
of her face
like the sunrise
kisses the land
intimately
each morning

he is deaf
but knows
the lilting sound
of her voice
like a siren song
across the waves

he is mute
but
his tongue
forms her name
like a baby sparrow
sings to the world
by instinct

how does one
suddenly
understand the things
that
escaped him
so intricately
in the sudden
appearance
of her

he doesn’t know
doesn’t question it
just lets it
wash over him
like a marathon of kisses
from her
perfectly kissable mouth