Friday, August 17, 2012

The Honesty of Perfection



The television went off
The children stopped in mid laugh
The mothers sat drinking lemonade
The fathers ran out of gas on their way home
The dogs crawled under the bed
The cats lept off the counter
The fire between us burned bright
You stood beside me and held tight
I kissed you and the world stood still,
as we danced in perfection

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