Perfect Strangers
god or goddess
the first impression
flawless, mysterious, intriguing
from afar a Monet
in a darkened room
a single shaft of light
its heat needed
its beauty charming
its knowledge desirable
to embrace and acquire
the enlightenment
head over heels
gymnastic feats
by fire of light
held in the bosom
ever so closely
til carnal bodies burn
yearn for more
the lamp of truth
in daily experience
dripping wax
upon the fingers
of unwitting hand
dropping the candlestick
its light snuffed
its wax form broken
still strung along
awaiting tender touch
of warmth should repair
rolling tumbleweeds
an estranged hand
flipping the switch
spontaneous combustion
joy and sorrow
the accumulation
knowledge and folly
strangers no longer
or so thought
new strangers
now lovers
old lovers
now strangers
no longer perfect
up close a Monet
who will step back?
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