Perfection without fine print

I fell asleep last night
And dreamt of conditional perfection
And the well documented caveats
Of the old give and take.
Of the old real and fake.
The no baxi's no taxi's no refunds
That goes on when eyes meet and mouths open.

I dreamt of fish
Or maybe it was sushi
with double sided scaling... Inside and out
I dreamt of sunsoaked vacations to the carribean, and a piss filled
margarita waiting for me when I hit that beach.

I dreamed of 99 percents
And partial quality assurance
I wondered if the world would be forever full of incompletes and kindas

And then I woke up.
Half awake. Half asleep
Half of me still asleep inside her.
And there it was. A bundle of perfection.
Shrinkwrapped in the lovliest of human giftwrap...

My baby is asleep inside her pretty skin with haffame inside her...

Here it was. Here is perfection. Holla.