In The Mirror

i slept with Human Perfection and awoke a new man looking in the mirror for bad ideas
then, giving up the concept completely; i found use for the tears
falling with consistency and cracking all the mirrors
bad luck came with the rising of the sun, it'll last for years she can help me forget
she smiles at me and gives me a kiss and fades back into the forgiving loveliness
Human Perfection is funny, she's oblong and soft, watches me with brown eyes that wring
all the clouds into the feathers of birds with everlasting wings, for me they're simply beating
i approach Human Perfection with caution, i must not harm the love that's fleeting
keen nights are spent in the eyes of lost bears, searching for the findings of the peers
we keep our kisses secret and overwhelm the presence of our held hands held so dear
we speak with clarity and keep the memory of the beginning times without a fear
slowly--we elaborate to keep big bangs under the countertop, enveloping the invention
i approach her with the posture of a simple innovation in the common messages mentioned
though it's trite and can be often amused, we can't speak to the thoughts we haven't abused
as i vanish into the distance i think of the presence and how it changes my perception
i bide my time until i give her two more cents for wandering eyes to mention
top to bottom she begins each motion with a simple contraction of the beauty
keeps it close and watches as the ocean evaporates for her feet to find me
framed in the lids of eyes that shine with the brilliance of one thousand suns
once placed under the gun, rushed emotions flourish able to pinpoint where it begun
the epicenter of an earthquake to keep the neighborhood awake, our minds are spun
around the ideas that never quite make it to the lung and out the mouth
taking steps around the lake and discovering the sensual things we dream about
we spin in flat circles at the end of the day, looking for the end of the couch as not to fall out
carried away in the passion of the last words and the beginning of new actions never before forged
ironclad and doused in wine we talk tables and reference future in the most current of terms
and sleeping with Human Perfection has been the best lesson i have learned


~Love poems again.

Love,
Digress.