Perfection’s Shadow


Tonight
as with most nights of late
was as warm as summer could be imagined
hot
sticky
and near unbearable

Off in the corner
a fan hummed restlessly
chopping the air
while giving us a false sense
of a somewhat cooler evening

As the curtains
danced
every few minutes
or so
to the rhythm
of what was supposedly a gentle breeze
we talked
as sleep was not possible

The clock
along with the few stars
that seemed to have invaded the room
provided us with enough light
to see into each other's soul
and this too kept me awake

And as you spoke
midnight
made an imprint of your body
against the wall
and as you moved
as you smiled
I became lost in the painting
as I had never before
experienced the beauty
or the sound
of perfection

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Nice poem .