Perfect Fit
I would like you to know that I would love you seven lifetimes and never get tired to
see your perfect face. I would like you to know that it takes seven of us, here, seven
separate minds to sort through and pick and choose all the adjectives that describe
you. There are seven people I could have and you are not only the first, but the
second and third and every number in between you, me, and seven. Perhaps it is
merely chance that you were born seven squared days after I was. Perhaps it is
coincidence that you fold into my arms perfectly like an old dollar bill.
I can’t help but ponder why, just why is it that your body matches my arms. I think
we were chiseled from the same stone, the same old rock, and then separated. They
worked their way up from that bottom so that I could have more time holding you
where you were made, holding you so close that we transcend space and time and
go on to exist entirely alone.
You know, we were once one, you and I. Our bodies blended so magnificently that it
is hard for me to suppress the urge to wonder about our lips… Could they fit so
perfectly, too? Would they fit so perfectly if you kissed me, and if I held you, would
we fit together like jigsaw pieces, like spoons?
I know they could, they would, but they won’t. For all that is good does not come to
pass, even if all the parts fall into place.
see your perfect face. I would like you to know that it takes seven of us, here, seven
separate minds to sort through and pick and choose all the adjectives that describe
you. There are seven people I could have and you are not only the first, but the
second and third and every number in between you, me, and seven. Perhaps it is
merely chance that you were born seven squared days after I was. Perhaps it is
coincidence that you fold into my arms perfectly like an old dollar bill.
I can’t help but ponder why, just why is it that your body matches my arms. I think
we were chiseled from the same stone, the same old rock, and then separated. They
worked their way up from that bottom so that I could have more time holding you
where you were made, holding you so close that we transcend space and time and
go on to exist entirely alone.
You know, we were once one, you and I. Our bodies blended so magnificently that it
is hard for me to suppress the urge to wonder about our lips… Could they fit so
perfectly, too? Would they fit so perfectly if you kissed me, and if I held you, would
we fit together like jigsaw pieces, like spoons?
I know they could, they would, but they won’t. For all that is good does not come to
pass, even if all the parts fall into place.
Aww, that's so cute :)
princess consuela, June 14th, 2008 at 01:22:27am
That was gorgeous. I love the perspective you wrote from, you don't see that so often in poems. And your use of questions was quite powerful. Amazing =]
Kurtni, February 14th, 2008 at 11:04:24pm
i love the words you chose
Love, February 14th, 2008 at 06:30:41pm
aww :]
hollywood tragedy., February 14th, 2008 at 10:19:35am
:cheese: Your writing is great.
wfougoafoihqfe, February 14th, 2008 at 04:17:20am