The Black & White Poet

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Bittersweet Love

I don't think I want perfect,

What is perfect is,
The passion that reaches the core of me

And then electrifies each and every

Bodily emotion and levity
Our puzzle is crook
Our heart halves don't match to complete a shape
Regardless, I have been hypnotized by hope
and am addict to your love
I am, in every way, a devout
toward an affair I wish to be never distinct.
I delight, too much, in your sweet kiss
and leave the bitters as bygones.
If it may, one touch is worth
the ten hundred afflictions and inconveniences.
Between my soul and yours,
we have well acquainted

Thus, I don't think I want perfect,

What is perfect is,
a dose of your good love

 

 

-dayna 5/5/07


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