Not Perfect, therefore, Perfect...for me

I don't often write poetry on the topic of....*whisper* love.

But as I reflected on the cynicism I wielded as a shield towards all of those "other" people, and compared/contrasted what I was now experiencing myself with Fernando, these words tumbled from inside of me onto paper (12/30/07).  He doesn't know I wrote this about him.  ;) 
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            sizzling electricity

                                simmering with hope

rushes of desire

-one glance-

(is it real?)

                    
           cataclysmic intrigue

                                persuasive with promise

            floods of pleasure                                                                                                                                     

-one word-

(is it real?)

               
           melodious excitement

                                enticing with eternity

            currents of ecstasy

-one touch-

(is it real?)

scattered images                            

f              l               o             a              t              i               n             g

      with me

                                                up here…………………………………………………on cloud nine

(it can’t be real.)

but then…

crashing DOWN

                                    to Reality

 
I see him completely

                               
        unveiled

                        real

                        imperfect

And then, enlightened, emboldened, clear-sighted by  truth, I

F

    A

        L

            L

in love.

(this is real.)