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Mocha Parfait
When I wake up, you'll be there
Warm mocha eyes, café au lait
On cold days. On warm: parfait
On rippling breeze of wind, air claire
In gliding streams of sundust words
I see inside the one you are
The one so near, so very far
Smithereens of you, carried by birds
Perfection, it does not exist
You are, I am, nous sommes
Each other's imperfection balm:
Completing what the other's misses
Each time I sleep, you're with me
I revel in your familiar wheeze
I add mine too, one wheezing breeze
Lovely and (im)parfait, across the sea
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March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright ©
Darren White
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