Perfection

Ever seeking to make better

Our faces and bodies

Never satisfied with

God-given attributes

Our human frailty

It’s your inner beauty

Which attracts me

Like honey every sweet

Drop I imbibe eagerly

Wanting more

Ions connected via images

So enticing and real

But yet so absent

And never to be here

Floating bits of promise

Perhaps it’s really best

As reality can be inferior

To fascinating images

Drawn in words

Upon flimsy pages

This is perfection

Upon which glimpses

Of reality sneak through

To be pushed aside

In favor of this you