A Perfection

Though the moon 

preens at herself 

in the mirror,

she fails 

to become a perfection. 

How can 

she be a perfection 

when 

you are in this universe? 

Breaking 

her ostentation, 

you come 

like a river 

to wet me 

with your 

unmatchable pulchritude 

And 

I quench my thirst 

of many births. 

Yes, 

Oh! My nymph, 

you are a perfection 

And 

she every time 

kisses the dust 

to your immaculateness.