Perfect imperfections

We pick fights and 

disagree vehemently,

as if our lives

depend on our

disparate thoughts

We draw our

Lightsabers

tracing arcs of

fiery opinion

Unnecessarily brutal

in our honest

appraisals of 

the other

When the

dust settles

I get grumpy 

(Oh boy do I!)

And she turns silent 

walking away

gracefully

leaving me in 

in the company

of bad old friends

- self pity,

fear and loathing -

huddled close in 

the cold emptiness

of my pride

stoking the glowing

embers of my anger

As my silent 
company of wolves

slaver for my soul

A dim light shines

A distant slideshow

The little scar on her forehead 

A timeless imprint of 

childhood impishness

The hint of wrinkles

On those slender fingers

that lace in mine 

The tiny bump

on the bridge of her nose

as if it leapfrogged over

a little pebble underneath

As the dip and rise 

Of her breathing

Gently punctuate the night

I gaze at these 

perfect imperfections

stencilled in the rising moon

While time pretends ...

to stand still ...

(perhaps taking a moment

to pet my pet ego

before moving on)

Slowly they depart

My foul weather friends

And as the fire dies

rather inexplicably

I am cold no more 

Inspired by All of Me by John Legend