One of Two

Two graces mirror one another’s gentle features
But only to one these words were meant,
Whomever’s possession this bravely ventures,
To that nameless smile I hope is sent.

Devilishly tormented by a teasing half chance,
A riddle of attraction with two hearts but between three faces,
Handing back the mystery to her caught glance,
Setting this looked at poet on the most confusing of chases.

Deaf I am of your name, blind are you of my recognition,
Ignorant are the deaf, the fearing are blind,
Listen to the words that hold to your attention,
Let them guide you to your seeing find.

How can you trust these faceless words?
And how can I surrender this to a nameless person?
Writing and reading this has its own hazards
But sometimes we must let our courage guide our reason.

Deafly I shall roam, and blindly you shall wonder,
In whose delicate hand is this softly clutched?
Another delicious riddle I quietly ponder,
Until again by a tender glance I’m touched….