Her Imperfection


She let him see what others couldn’t,

opened closets

and emptied drawers

and exposed her viscera.

She fully expected him to flinch,

toss her back

(a fish out of water,

the one who got away)

but he didn’t. Instead,

his tears met hers

and formed a river, a magnificent

fountain, rivulets which thickened

like blood. She revealed her nakedness

and he, finding her soul to

be more than oxygen,

found the pearl of great price

within her imperfection.

25 comments on “Her Imperfection

  1. May I reblog this? Ahh what courage!!

  2. Geo Sans says:

    such strength


    the courage

    of vulnerability

  3. Gallivanta says:

    A pearl; the most beautiful of jewels πŸ™‚

  4. Bastet says:

    Reblogged this on Bastet and Sekhmet and commented:
    Such a beautiful poem…we extol perfection but perfection is not of this world…we should extol perfectioning perhaps but above all acceptance with love. Thanks for this message.

  5. Ahhh, would my beloved be as such upon our first meeting…. methinks he would be, yet there is always that little sliver of doubt….

  6. Caddo-Jael says:

    It does take great strength and courage–some days I have more in stock than others. God bless you BIG–love, sis Cj

  7. But…her imperfection is perfect! Truly.

  8. willowdot21 says:

    This is a beautiful poem, such truth and honesty…. such hope. Thank you for sharing your words and wisdom. xx

  9. Eric says:

    Wonderful poem, dear, one of your best. πŸ™‚ E

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