Perfection Lost

     
flickering      
ethereal      
images      
of perfection    
creation's hot panting breath      
whispered      
slowly      
and exhaled      
like a lover's sensual kiss    
upon our neck    
our breasts    
moving    
in languid agony      
between our thighs      
arousing...    
pain...    
and creation      
as our souls are set on fire      
lost      
forever    
in a moment of time    
as we madly    
write      
rhyme and meter      
etching for all eternity      
the gift and curse of inspiration    
before      
dissolving    
like smoke      
and lost dreams      
the ageless regrets      
of yearning      
for creation's beauty      
that is never quite found  
endlessly  
searching      
for a perfect word      
our spirit's elusive rhyme      
the hidden meter      
that illuminates our soul      
to share      
and guide      
with our prose      
the eternal quest      
of our  
lost perfection