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Monday, November 23, 2009
3:09 AM ; perfection.
Perfection is defined
when you lay next to me
heartbeats in sync
as you try to catch your breath
after calmness and composure settle in the room.
your adorable vanity persists
hands quickly move to adjust hair,
redefine waves,
wipe away sweat.
I shower you
with deserved approbation
though my descriptions of you seem recondite.
the flowery speech flows.
“you are a beautiful spectacle…
the sinuous movement of your hips leaves me mesmerized…
your loving has made a bard of me.”

Perfection is defined
in how you move in me
slow and subtle strokes
the simple complexity of our bodies unfixed.
your lambency lights the room
the brilliance of your aura can be seen
through the windows.
nosy neighbors get a peek
at our love making.
their envious eyes roll
at our sweetness
but under the tender spell of love
no one else matters.

Our perfection is defined by our love.
formless and beautiful love.

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