Fingertips press, flesh flattens,
a hand grips my elbow.
I see for two, a guide
for a world lived in blindness.

I walk a step ahead, along
the narrow path attended by sight,
a false seer.

Beside me,
she draws attention
to the intimacy between bodies and dress.

Corduroy hums, puffer jackets swish.
Sonic resonance is stamped on the ground.

Fabric dye reeks with pungent
stubbornness. Perfumed strangers brush by
with scented contagion.

Pleats slice the air, frayed edges tease.
There is chaos in the weave, imprinting
ridges of flesh. The material echoes
that fade from the body.