Perfection limits imagination

He Withheld collateral' to subsist,
to initiate, but in turn his analysis is "hard to resist"'
the temptation of a beautiful aphrodisiac as she'd be'
the fruit of the most poisonous contorted and slightly bashful tree,
drifted alone many nights to a lucid imagination
hoping she'd see, through the burrows of his eyes,
the four letter string hanging' he'd everlastingly keep inside..

if you hadn't known you would've believed
they'd be parted by a continental divide.

if you never had hope, you be just as long
when the actions didn't reside, in your favor
and you'd have to learn how to cope

now opened eyes
He awoke, stirring'
an artist, consumed by the divine amenities, as love
exemplified by reasons,that are not uncharacteristic of'
but if his life 'was a work of art'
his thoracic cavity would be the chamber door,
and she'd be the one rapping at his very core,

"Let me in!" he'd hope she'd scream
another case of'
she said what he had envisioned only in confines
of his mind

For she was no man's love, that could survive,
clipped wings
she was the beauty of it all,
and he'd have to let her sing...
even if that meant,
losing everything he ever dreamed....