Matched

Bound by unseen imperfections
the staggering beauty of faults
confesses lasting truths.

My truth,
you are my shelter and my storm
my shrine and only bawdy house,
The intoxicant and the cure,
my madness and my fine sanity.

You and I are crazed but fine china,
chipped cups always chosen,
the torn and comfortable garments
and all things
that fit
beyond our temporal assumptions.

(c) Glenn Sheppard - February 14, 2001