Comedown
We are all perfect
in each other’s eyes
built from the ribs of our stories
not some long lost man.
We are perfect
when we fall
we are perfect when we stand
looking out over the ocean
thinking about our cat that
has passed away.
We are perfect when we
stumble down the stairs
drunk
and scrape our knees.
We are perfect when the sun sets on
the last day together
and every bone creaks
and every muscle aches
and thoughts cannot form.
Instead we stand naked and bare
goosebumps on our skin
in the ocean’s breeze
warming to life in the sun.
We are perfect
when all our scars show
and we dance with each other
laughing, laughing, laughing
our days away.
We are perfect together
in all our flaws
when we burn together
and ride until we die
braced in the skin of one
another
we are perfect.