Imperfections

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she searches for imperfections
tiny fingers graze my skin,
intent on discovering lumps
and bumps, she
cries

reaching for me instinctively,
running her hands up and down
my limbs. absent-minded
tracing. she
soothes

herself with curious touch, finding
moles or freckles, pimples and
goosebumps, painting
my face, she
lulls.

will she always reach for me this way?
one day will she fall into
peaceful sleep, caressing
her beloved, in the way
she does with me?

I'll tell you something-
her small hand against my skin,
serene and sweet, she takes
my flaws. she makes them
beautiful.