The Perfect Mistake

Born blessed with a dark, smooth skinned complexion,
Broad shoulders, and a smirk for a grin
Mix in
Me
Needing to hold something beautiful
Somewhere tight, deep, and within
All were influences that persuaded my decision
To not end the night and ask him to come in and
Stay
Lay
With me til the next morning and stay

Waking then to hushed stares
The awkward silence of trying, finding
Words
Not forthcoming
Slowly
Dressing back in clothes previously torn off in haste
We eased into the sad realization we had thrown rocks
Disrupting the calm waters of our platonic friendship's
Already
Tense lake

To here I am

The ripple effects are not over
They continue to spread wider every day
But I can catch my breath
Take a quiet moment
And wipe the sweat of labor from my brow
Now
Reflect on the pain of the past eight month’s
Accusations and the questioning of whys
And the hows
The ill-informed conclusions
All rushing to this moment, son,
Of me kissing and holding this beautiful creature,
You!
My unapologetic mistake
Of pure
Perfection