Perfection...
is rainy days in a picnic shelter with no playing cards.
Black lakes, smooth as glass,
fog rising off the water, glowing in the moon,
millions of stars in the sky.
Playing at the same piano.
Huddling in the cold
in someone else's sweater.

Perfection...
is hiding under a tarp in a thunderstorm
sharing a cinnamon bun.
Hugging in the rain.
Talking on the phone about nothing.
Sitting on the couch flipping through 28 channels
and finding nothing to watch.

Perfection...
is holding your hand by accident.
Resting my head on your shoulder
without you noticing.
Touching your hair.
Staring into your eyes
 under some other pretence.

Perfection...
is anything.
Anywhere.
Anytime.
And you.