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Perfection

by Erin Jones

Perfection lies an a 6-foot slab of cushion and springs
Where four legs are stacked and and wrapped together
Where I savor your embrace, awaiting blissful sleep
Where I would happily await the arrival of forever

Perfection lies beneath 72 inches of black cotton
Where our energy intertwines like threads and strings
Where all problems and stress are long forgotten
Where your body curls around mine perfectly

Perfection lies wherever your eyes meet mine
Where I feel the warmth of your lips on my shoulder
Where your breath on my neck sends chills down my spine
Where love burns hot and never grows colder

Perfection lies in that look in your eyes
Where I feel your love in a three-word recital
Where we have no capacity for deceit or lies
Where you're all I need for my own survival

Perfection lies where "you" doesn't exist, nor "I"
Where the universe has gifted us our missing piece
Where your kiss gives me wings and I can fly
Where I am terrified of tomorrow, should this perfection cease

05/23/2012

Posted on 05/23/2012
Copyright © 2020 Erin Jones

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Aaron Michael on 05/27/12 at 05:02 PM

Good piece, but lines 1-2 in the second stanza are mindblowing. Good job, lil' sis.

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