But a second

Absence of a tryst to love
Does not abandon thee
From amorous encounters
In a world of make-believe

Absence of a single thought
Wants not a lesser being
Yet, in time one cannot become
What one cannot see

For sight to some means knowledge
Powered by the mind
If one be blind, does it decry
To be of lesser kind?

Yet absence of a sense to some
Means stronger touch and taste
A life lived but a second
Is the kind one ought not waste.