I’m not looking for perfection
I’m not looking for a distraction
But you’re my intervention

I’m not really sweet
I don’t want to get in a relationship
But you made me

I’m sorry that i’m distant
That i’m not clingy
But i’m distracting myself to think

The Question
Just out of curiosity:
How do you picture your perfect life?

The Reply
I gave this a lot of thought last night
I guess in the most basic sense:
everyone I love is near me

I wanted perfection,
But then I lost my direction,
Lost!
In a world of icy frost,
I was really unhappy,
Trying to make the rest happy,
Then then you arrived to
defrost!
You changed my perspective,
And showed me my true objective,
You have left me no excuse,
Not to be indused,
By your divine persona...
Oh Swami Bapa, I can't wait,
We can't wait.

i will learn to taste the honeydew
and pretend to like it

i will taste the honeysuckle
and not have to pretend

i will feel grass in my hands and
say it is the best of life

and not the woman i need between my teeth

i am not ferocious, not demanding, not unwise,
simply at peace.

i am the sparkler to the firework
the star to the sun
the kitten to the lion.

but are these not all one and the same?

i see dandelion seeds and
though they are weeds i will
watch their dance anyway

i dive into agua dulce
wishing to be stardust instead of glitter
but glitter is certainly better than ash

under the water i have a moment to myself
where it
takes my screams into pockets of air
floating up without consequence

escaping my body at last in
a beautiful anonymity

may watchful eyes devour my body
unmarked, unblemished, devoid.

and they will watch as i make myself perfect

…but if the powdered sugar somehow melts off of my skin
i beg you to look away
for your sake and mine