Have You Seen That Girl?

The goosebumps on her skin

are my favorite book

and I'm a blind man

in dire need

of a good read.

Her flesh dips and peaks 

like a purple mountain range

snow-tipped caps

wrapped up in silence,

stillness, and majesty.

The violin curves of her arms,

her legs, her waist

her closed eyes flutter

her mouth is a silent gasp

as I etch a love poem

across  her neck.

With gentle touch

and hunger on my lips

I chart the rise and 

fall of her flesh

trace outlines

of isles and foreign lands

in the dots of her skin

and am awash in her breathing--

have you seen that girl?

She holds the knowledge

scholars thirst for,

generations of academics

and philosophers come and go

never knowing

the secrets of the universe

lie between her legs.