Poem: Imperfect, Love.

[jakebe]

Not as good as I wanted, but oh well...

The goal of a poem a week begins now. This was last week's poem...or something. :)


Imperfect, Love.

My teeth shine yellow in the sunshine
like somebody's pissed in my snow
but we kiss just as well as anybody who wants to
I've got this problem with my skin
and when I shake my head
there's a winter wonderland at my feet
and that's OK
we still stroke each other's hair
like we're combing for moonbeams
I've got the breath of the Devil
and an angel's halo around my shirt collar
sometimes, only sometimes
but we take each other as we come
because we're in love,
warts and all, baby,
warts and all.