Perfect Love

Love is concrete
Poured smooth
Laid out flat
Hardened by time
It slides beneath
Singed in fire
Yet unscathed
Naked and afraid
It crawls forward
To be comforted
Safely ensconced
In angels’ wings
Transparently thin
Yet strong as iron
Clutched by hands
Scarred by time
And facsimile
By a near-love
A straight shot
That went astray
Love is perfect
In its imperfection
A salve that heals
As it cuts deeper
Exposing all sins
Then washing them clean
Like driving rain
In a dry season.