perfection is the simple
thought that i will be able
to brush my
fingers up your spine lightly,
like a kiss from a flutter of a
butterfly wing;
perfection is the beat of a heartbeat that
i have yet to memorize which
one day will turn into my lullaby;
perfection is knowing
not now but one day i will
have no ache in my chest,
longing to touch the one
i love at this twilight hour
