Well, Nobody’s perfect – but for once, I would like to be close.
Vaguely close to quintessence, now there is a word
Close enough to smell perfect in the just-right splendor
Of a perfect dawn – snuggled up, skin-to-skin,
Within someone I love the sky transforming from
Deep blue to purple to a hint of light to
All my favorite lavendar pinks orange yellow mauvey
Sunburst forth in vivid, lively confidence
Fresh, crisp, porridge that neither burns nor freezes
Coffee brewing in the background
A pencil and notebook, waiting, at an antique
Mahogany desk, soft robe to wrap me in as
I find the ideal words to describe, to evoke,
To engage, to invigorate, to connect with
You and him and her and them and us
Yes. Nobody’s perfect but oh, I would like to be close.
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during June 2010
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