So if this kiss <br />I mean to kiss <br />happens and it <br />runs amiss <br />and you or I <br />suffer disappointment <br />will we forever eschew <br />the kissing <br />and its sweet intents <br />because we sought <br />that which was more perfect <br />than either of <br />us? <br />That I guess would be silly. <br />But how sweet is the love <br />held in our breasts <br />how wonderful is the kiss never made <br />how perfect the kiss before the touch of lips <br />gentle touch; <br />and the kiss is done; <br />it may or may not be the perfect gem <br />the before-kiss was. <br /> <br />Ah, life so often <br />interrupts my dreams <br />and forces me to love <br />me imperfectly <br />and you as well. <br /> <br />No, imperfect is not the word; <br />perhaps it is better seen <br />as the union of our two worlds <br />which by definition means me <br />and not me coming together <br />bringing home the point <br />that can perfection mate <br />when I am the only one in the portrait, <br />and a perfect of one; <br />which is not really <br />perfection at all; <br />or is that really <br />only the Perfection <br />of Alone?<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perfect-of-one/
