Perfect

A Poem by Aladdin Soltan

Beautiful brown bristles
Softer and smoother than any whistle
Winding twisting curling
It's the image that gets me up every morning
It looks like a nest for my heart
It could use some rest it's been wounded from the start
Smile that makes water weep
Make a man move his feet and leap
To where you'll be
And what a sight to see
She's the starry night in a pitch black town
No word can represent her;not just any noun
Her body defines art
Rips the weeping oceans apart
And she'll walk through the refreshing mist
And I'd swim through that ocean not allowing another opportunity to be missed
Radiant glistening breathtaking
I'd offer my name for the taking
A needle in the haystack
Because her eyes pierce me fiercely
Wearily, I'll lay on my back
Look up at the heavens and thank them for their gift
Her harp like voice gives a tremendous lift
My eyes become like dinner plates
Feasting as I watch the saints paint
Their glorious image of perfection
But I must watch without a hint of detection