For far too many years I have wanted to be flawless, Perfecting my pursuits, I bargained all for love. For all those many years I made masks of my own doing, Pursuing my perfection, I found I was pursued. And then one day I fell sprawled flattened on the fertile ground of self. Naked in dirt no mask no bargains I raised my soiled face and there you were I struggled to stand. Dirst from my body fell in your eyes. Your hand reached for me. Blinded, your hand reached me. There is, in all of us, the place of pure perfection. we discover its geography together.
Update: Realised I left off the credit!! Will add the author's credit later..
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