it is not your perfection

that is my most-loved part of you

in fact, it is the opposite:

your imperfections

 

they are each one tiny

but miraculously significant star

in the constellation

that is you

 

I could not label one single

part of you as a “favorite”

because all of these pieces that

dance together

interweaving

interlacing

painting this beautiful picture

that is the entirety of

your being

 

pieces linked together

with the silk thread

that is breath

that is life

that is light

 

it is all of these pieces

this dance with the wild

(your wild)

this coalescence of your parts

that makes you

you

 

and it is this same silk thread

that weaves together

my imperfections

tying them

to your imperfections

 

it is these pieces of you

that are likened to

these pieces in me

 

so

from my imperfection

I see and honour

your imperfection

and through this

I honour the complexity

of our beings

of our imperfections

because through

the intricacy of our imperfections

we find our

innate perfection