Perfect is my golden teddy bear chain,
Ice cold on my throat and neck.
Perfect is the warm, humid wind,
Right before a summer rain.
Perfect is immersing myself in music,
Earbuds snug in my ears.
Perfect is the aroma, the perfume,
Of new Bloch pointe shoes.
Perfect is the flying satisfaction,
Of a perfect triple turn.
Perfect is reading in the corner of a room,
Entering a portal into another world.
Perfect is my pencil on a post-it,
Sketching out something spontaneous.
Perfect is being squeezed and held,
In a tight group hug.
Perfect is laughing,
Even after tears.
Perfect is love,
Smiles peeking from the shyest faces.