Flawed Perfection

I want to see you move

In the middle

Of everything

Like a glacier changing the landscape

Such majesty

It must be adored

Carving into something impossible

In the most delicate way

No force 

Just persistent pressure

Like a leading hand

On the dance floor

I can’t even think 

Of the feeling of skin

A hand touching another

By accident


Letting itself melt into stone

This will be remembered 

And admired

And photographed 

Perfection rarely springs from itself

But rather from two imperfect forces

Working together

As snow coats its presence

With a diamond glow 

That was not bought with blood

Because violence doesn’t exist here

In the midst of something



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