Perfect Imperfection

Deep in the meadow,
miles away,
I sit here with you,
plenty to say.

I keep my mouth closed,
my insecurities at bay,
your look makes me feel more beautiful,
then anything you could say.

Brimming passion,
on a warm summers day,
threatens to consume us,
and the paradise where we lay.

In the mid-day light,
every imperfection and scar,
i bare them all to you,
your image of me stays without mar.

Vicious hunger,
paired with burning need,
turns us to animals,
our lust which we feed.

Love surges through me,
as you whisper in my ear,
voice as soft as the wind,
"Your perfect my dear."