by Delilah


It’s hard to tell

Where you begin and I end

Two halves carved

To seamlessly fit

Only each other

Your jagged edges

Fit my soft contours

And my flaws shadowed

By your brilliance

The closest thing to perfection

I have ever known.

Yet we remain incomplete

This connection undefined

A bridge without a name.

But must we be absolute?

Change from as is

Perfection be improved

Would the Pisa still stand

If it tilted a little more

Will Mona look the same

If she smiled any wider

And could we be more perfect

If love’s madness found method