unusual perfection

Cross legged poise
With criss crossed toes and
Eyes that shine

Past reflections of a earlier time
And place

One of joy, one of constraint, one
Of my story and ending, that doesn’t exist

Attitude showing
Disgust revealed through the movements
The truth is apparent

Sophomore year tragedies and
Failed action is where this stage
Is set
Upon such time does our stage
Come from

Hair blowing in the wind,
Smelling of the garden of
Eden
The warm embrace of her sends
Shocks all over, lifting you spirit
Up.

The curtain closing for time
Constraints limit ones action
For the truth to be told.

The way her arm goes within
Mine, just like the olden days,
Just further illuminates the fantasy of her and me.

Her smile can brighten up even
The darkest of days, from the
Dark ones to the cloudy ones.

The words failing at the
Thought of breaking something so
Perfect seem to creep into me
And block me. Failure for a
Writer is near unheard of,
Being incapable of producing words is perhaps
Perfection.