“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, September 06, 2014

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

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