Maybe it was the ricketyion of the night.
Maybe the sourness of glimmer.
The sweet placid night
Serene after the filthy stares.
Imperfection.
Tenderness swells through my veins.
Light unspoken touch,
Fingers trickling through my skin.
Without anxiety for a reason,
This unspoilt is.
We just are.
Ultimate comfort in a question-less moment.
The cold imperfect night
Warms my heart.
Inexplicable night.
To explain would be to rush.
Sense is made
Through the dark eyes
And sweet lips
Of imperfection.
On this night,
Calendars do non wait with watchful eyes,
Encouraging movement.
They lowlifenot control moment into minute.
The past is an illusion.
God, wherefore degrade us of perfection?
For its thoughts lie within my heart
Its breath lay upon my skin
Its sound lay within my ears.
Though my eyes whitethorn close, though my eyes may open
The same sight remain equal
Manifested thoughts only prove true.
To those who see imperfection in this;
Only see imperfect eyes.
Perfection is possible.
Perfection is you.
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