In a perfect world
there is the sea
and we live there together
in a little bungalow by the beach
There is passion in our souls,
love encouraging every fiber of our being.
The sea is almost as warm
as your body would be against mine
intertwined within grains of sand
enjoying the fruits of life together.
I have no fears, no qualms
about you leaving,
no lies to deceive your perfect essence--
just the softness of your lips
against my face
the silence and the thrashing of the waves
against our feet
telling me all I need to hear.
But this world isn't perfect
within this concrete fortress
and beyond, there are barricades--
feat and animosity
masks the true emotion
In this imperfect world
you are you secret
living within a freezing, morbid heart
blocked--
I simply cannot get to you.
The unfairness is stinging my soul
as I walk along among the gray and wonder--
if I would take you still
perfectly imperfect--
Of course.
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