Imperfection of perfection

Perfection speaking through your grace,

lips that haunt me with a kiss I stole.

Imperfections calling temptation to cry,

forming on the beauty within your soul.

You spoke to me in rhymes causing riddles,

trickery tasting life in death’s disguise.

Pierce my heart with eyes of passion,

ecstasy calling, fate answering.

Held down in the waters of your lust,

love speaking to me in your kiss of poisonous flames.

Never knowing, always becoming, twisting reality,

under dreams and clouds of memories we share.

Facing your image in the lights of destiny I cry,

in your arms I am free, in your love I am warm.

No dream amounts to this we have as one,

darkness has fallen, perfections imperfectly calm.

Making my weaknesses your own under new moonlight,

rain pouring from eyes once known by gods.

Fear sets my soul on fire for your touch,

melting me, tasting me, loving me.

You make all of my pain go away,

by something I call my own.

Standing in a field of true magnificence,

you are the beauty in my world calling me back home.















Johnny Love