Poem: “Perfect”

 

Outside my window a downpour turns the parking lot into a lake

 

Inside, warm under blankets, I mold my body to the shape of the

 

shape of my sleeping lover

 

A content grey cat curls up in the nook of my knees

 

I am not unable to drift off, but unwilling

 

Savoring the symphony of the pounding rain and the steady

 

breathing of my beloved

 

By Julia Rothstein