[Tas]

a perfect body
I saw but twice
the first pressed ‘gainst mine
and the second
glimpsed just in passing

and a perfect mind
I’ve yet to find
we all have problems
darling, yes we
all have our catches

I have tasted once
the perfect soul
yet its fleeting scent
escapes me now
you were too fragile

there is no pure thing
has not been touched
'midst the sin and strife
of this foul world
we must call our home

yet there is still love
and hope, and faith
and there is beauty
music, sweet things
green tea and poetry