I climb upon your faults
Footfall following footfall.
Your faults,
Those shining beauties
So bright, when compared
To extinct love:
Words meaning nothing.

But fault? Forever’s being,
I can cling to these crags
Feel there dying breaths:
A living blemish
Like upon an apple
Making it’s red so read
And real.

Perfection’s last gasp
Blown like paper in a gust,
Crumpled and tarnished,
It will not fall.
Your faults are you;
Hieroglyphs on an ancient page
That which defines us all.

Dwelling in silence and reaching
To touch upon your faults,
I can stay until I die
Never saying I love you;
What a waste of breath.
Simple shining beauties,
Divining a way for all.

John Segon-Fisher