perfectly imperfect

you cringed
when she
put ketchup
onto the hot
dog. mustard
on her potatoes.
dipped shrimp
into vinegar.
dancing
was not her
strong suit,
nor was getting
dressed,
a lime green hat
with an orange
vest
was normal fare.
the dogs howled
when she sang
with the windows
open,
but none of
that mattered,
when she made
love and
kissed you,
she was in her
element.
perfect in her
imperfections.