Look Not on My Body but My
Look not on my body but my
Only on the face behind the veil,
with the touch of inner Braille,
Knowing through yourself my
Nor ought you touch my skin but with your
Only in the tenderness of love.
my outer self repulsive prove,
Of me the mask is but a minor
Nor should you know me out of
Misfortune can become a kind of
Yielding special wisdom to a few.
mainly for yourself your empathy,
Opening a richer, wider
Doorway to a person much like you
fired by the fate he must embrace.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon