perfect

sometimes i admire you.
i admire the shadows and life you radiate.
beautiful and bright with constellations dancing across your skin
connected with silken strands like spiders webs,
delicate and beautiful with a feather light touch.
i admire the galaxies and nebulae hiding in your eyes and smile
bursting to the brim with exquisite patterns.
suns and stars and moons and solar systems
swirling about in chaotic harmony.
perfect.

other times i think about you.
i think about the way your lips brushed softly against my skin
and how your soft hands cradled mine.
i think about how tender you are, as if nothing has ever hurt you
but as if something might, i feel you're guarded.
i see your soul, deep and dark the abyss stares back
with its many eyes. bright stars for pupils and void.
far from empty it glistens with your light
the light you cant see.
blind.

all the time youre on my mind.
either on the front lines, running through constantly
leaving me in a daze, able to see only you when i close my eyes,
or on the back burner like a pot of slowly cooking soup
almost forgotten in the haste of summer
and the desire of the sun on my skin.
but all the time youre there, youre beautiful.
precious gems sparkle and shine, glowing bright rainbow colours
but nothing compared to you,
perfect.