Your skin would be braille
for my wandering fingertips,
your lips, elbows,
the nape of your neck
would tell me
the quivering story more
than the smile on your lips.
I would listen to sighs
every beat of your heart
as I rest on you chest
in our synchronous
breathing I would listen to light.
With cosmetics redundant
as your scent would entrap
me stronger than sight,
perfection of pheromones
never found in perfumes.
and at night I would guide
you through light-starving woods
without falling, on sensitive feet
I would lead you home
to the taste
of cardamom selves.
Rene Magritte
Today Melissa hosts dVerse poetics where our challenge is to write a poem where we imagine being without one of our sense. My choice was to imagine a life without sight and how other senses maybe would be enhanced,
February 10, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ohh this is very romantic.💘
Glad it worked out
This is so sensual, Björn, and romantic. And oh, the final stanza!
Thank you… I enjoyed writing this one.
I could tell!
This is so sensous, the taste of sight throughout
Absolutely interesting image
much love
Without sight all the other senses had to compensate.
A sense-laden poem, Björn, especially well encapsulated in “cardamom selves.”