Perfect Imperfections
A Love Poem
I dwell today on Perfect Imperfections
Like your lopsided smile, when you look at me Like the miniature snort, darting through your laughter Like your collar bone, the end of a dragon bone quill Like the fallen eyelash on your nose, that you flick away with ease
Perfect Imperfections, your heart to mine
Like the lumps in your mashed potatoes, little lumps of love Like the scratches you make on my back, long, deep, red Like your one broken fingernail, on your french manicured hand Like your tuneless breathless melody, slipping in and out
Perfect Imperfections, pure and true
Like the quiver in your voice as you croon “Killing Me Softly” Like the smell of your sweat, a comma, a pause from stale elevator perfume Like the way you give no explanations, and keep no promises Like the way you give up, and we drift apart…
