Parfaitement Imparfaite

what if i told you

without lying

that i -

yes,

i

had seen the perfection

in imperfection

the beauty

in ugly

the grande in simple.

what if i promised

without lying

that i - 

yes,

i

could prove it to you

 

but quite frankly, you

would need to

come holding

nothing.

your expectations-

those tiny morsels

you have been

force-fed,

purged.

 come empty

a vessel to be filled.

otherwise, you will look

with your eyes

only

and the gift is given

not only to

 be seen,

but to be touched like velvet
inhaled deeply, like a glass of wine,

heard like a prayer

and worn
on the sleeve,
a pulsating heart
for all to see

have you forgotten?