By Heart

To wait, until arms grow weak enough,
until they are able to pull me into embrace,
to hold me, until eyes lose all their sight
and there is no more vision, so that the
fingertips must read the braille upon the body
opened like a beloved book the mind has studied,
until all such words are placed to memory
and known by heart.

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