Imperfect
You're wrought iron embellished
An industrial rose in a primeval garden
A mirror blotted with lipstick
You're shadows illuminated
Shaken alabaster curves and a steady gaze
Your skirt swishes with hope
with expectation
You're roof shingles frosted with the dust of dreams
A winged heart trapped on a lonely earth
A fugitive from a puzzle factory
If all of earth is made of numbers then why
am I entranced by your word covered soul?
I want to make love to your smile.
An industrial rose in a primeval garden
A mirror blotted with lipstick
You're shadows illuminated
Shaken alabaster curves and a steady gaze
Your skirt swishes with hope
with expectation
You're roof shingles frosted with the dust of dreams
A winged heart trapped on a lonely earth
A fugitive from a puzzle factory
If all of earth is made of numbers then why
am I entranced by your word covered soul?
I want to make love to your smile.
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wrote this poem about a month ago.