in your awkwardness, i saw honesty.
in his charm, i saw lies.
you took my hand and we danced —
in perfect misstep,
bumping into each other
gracelessly.
you only looked at me and laughed,
your crooked teeth
making my heart leap.
my heart skipped,
and moved like you–
stuttering, fluttering,
not a shred of rhythm.
when we kissed,
i couldn’t help but smile–
i thought i chipped my tooth.
how did this series of imperfections
lead to the most perfect night
i’d ever known?
…
symmetry is a prison
in our flaws,
we became free.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 