I want you to be open, honest and vulnerable. I won’t reject you. Please, take a step back and look at me. I am searching for you. But my quest is made difficult by blindness. Cataracts of my own experience weigh darkeningly on my eyes. I look hard and try to focus on you, but in anguish find only mist and confusion Come close to me, and let my fingertips touch you, they do not lie to me. I cannot trust perceptions of my eyes. But what I touch, discover, in the closeness, I love.